Errata

Early morning blues
body in situ
mind reclines on crashing
surf, early morning blues,
something snaps.

Text lines, fast track
washed up on grey tide
racked with images
of you.

Sweet smell
skin smell,
I want to
burrow
inside of you
become the light
behind your eyes.

Simplicity is a gift,
lightly gartered it
restores the twist
of life’s package.

Love is not
what you say it is,
love was never meant
to be sad like this.

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