there are moments
when i cannot reckon
the words i write
against the emptiness
i embody
clutching to the
dying dreamer whispering
of things i cannot feel
wrapped in steel wool
nothingness
devoid of anything
except nugatory denials
yet i bleed emotion
from wounds self inflicted
numbed as i sit
a coil of rampant anxieties
knowing no peace
just pieces sheared away
a faulty inner compass
a blank sky above

plumb my depths
run your fingers through
my sandbar heart
become entangled in
the coral reef
of dreamshatter soliloquies
uniting our sacred
heartblossom infernos
unextinguished by
the ebbing tides
as i hold you tight