"An almost full moon 
Whispering 'swallow me whole' 
Like a beast whose reflection 
Is not from a mirror 
But a door" 

"A unity of convenience 
A touch in the void 
Her breast, my lips 
Complete strangers"

"You gave of yourself irreplaceably, 
Now your form is transient like a prism 
Doubled and tripled, 
Unwilling to relinquish beginnings and ends"

"Our memories, Grief’s hostage
Soaked in starless sobs,
Skyless and wailing,
Pitch-dark"