lips brush, I inhale
breathing you in like ocean air
as waves wash the shore

love is like oatmeal
sweet, warm, smooth and yet lumpy
comfort food for me

you'll be home by 10
or so you say, yet again
so where are you then

rosemary so neat
brush its leaves and inhale deep
fresh green spiciness

buying a hell house
probably has drafts and ghosts
why do I want it