our porch our dreams...

we sat in the moonlit air with not a care..world be gone within this moment, our moment, blanket our conversation, warm and floating...cover our knees with the salt of our minds...unearth the earth that we were scared of...

my desperate eyes..watch a lonely floor try to shine...with what polish the boards have left...im here for you, i miss our sit downs and feast of words...

I cant harbor my horrors anymore...this sickened messenger sends ripped and torn letters, broken in grammar, crumbled and bundled together....but i reflect, the damage they project.....folds of life feel tough and our seams dont match...

this lonely concrete stoop, stalks my memory and puts you back in a place...a place where i can kiss your face, breath across your lips, touch your hair and taste your existence...you, Sabrosa, i miss.....