[o'queery]

A Red Dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes





I see now the echo

was trapped inside

all this time





I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw


Open



If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

It is my illness, my suffering



Mine Mine Mine



I won't hide in the cold

shadows of

anxiety and dawn



Smoke curls around my

hand splashed with

poems of my disease


Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath these eyes



A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower



These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid
Sun is



Love




Damn the distance