Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?

I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.