between desire and disaster

It is a little masochistic to love.

In the hush between midnight’s breath and dawn’s soft sigh is that empty, trembling moment when the world forgets its noise and leaves hearts to thud alone in the dark.

to my palimpsest life – know that I take you with me everywhere. you are the skin beneath my fingertips, the song on the wind on its way to me. like a box of matches you, my muse, lies in wait for the fire that will come. my muse, you are the singe upon t…

Hiding where only the shy can find me.

Helen, I miss you with the intensity of all things blinding and comforting, searing and hypnotic at once and I impatiently await your return.

I spoke to somebody about you today.

I write this on a Friday night and my mind tells me she will be beautiful.

“One day in the next five hundred billion years, while the probes complete one full circuit of the Milky Way, maybe they’ll stumble upon intelligent life.

Too much love and too much pain – both are corrosive.