FOUR SHORTS

Loss of light
Birds in flight
fear the night
(the loss of light)
You fear life
we crave strife
(we hide the knives)
Each repent on
your ascent to
be content with
my lament is
a struggle but
so-worth-it!

Slivers
Blood flows a river to the source of a sliver
that resides in your heart.
Your body quivers
your eyes make me
Shiver.
Even if your eyes are
Slivers//
Slight incisions delivered from slivers!

Advancing Style
Copper in kisses
you grant all my wishes
I could never dismiss this
we're always persisting
I promise for life

A boy is a toy
Watch the candle light dance tonight above the massive firefight.
The screen projects what we expect. We tilt our necks to find something more.
There's static noise as a decoy. We build a wooden boy.
We burn in heat; the friction of sheets that shake to beats
when we find something more.