POEMS

 posting up in the ether
becoming
color
an other
language the false start to love it is unknown
afraid we may
relapse into prose
we leave
one another
a mess from a bout with what’s intense and what’s not
welcome to my life
as ellipsis
… now
it’s your turn to fall down from the love of my look
it’s okay
you can stay
in this hotel
called My Arms as long
as you want