She’s my shadowland, my spanless azure ocean, of depths unfathomed.
“Hey there, bartender, this double shot of heartbreak, needs a bit more ice.”
in the big empty, my heart gray like December, bereft trees for veins.
Though my heart’s frozen, I could not ever be cold, at least not to you
“There’s rumor of Spring, Baby buds and birds silk coo, whispers on the brisk air”
” My soul breathes love, but lately it’s asthmatic, perhaps I need steam?”