Wore the devil's broken heart on her sleeve as darkening stain on unused bridal veil, filled cellar with sea water so she could become Siren and sing herself to sleep   Diving from the kitchen sink believing she was swallow. Vowed to bequeath the Olympic medal to...

The voiceless tranquility of our flame, our souls searing with passion still, yearning an isolation as silent as our emotions.    This flameless romance, this desert - Windswept of all fertility, populous with negativity.    a fondness for solitude now, I withdraw from her as I say, ”Where I’m...