We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...