Broken

Fix me. Fix me in this moment
of shattered being.
My body is sluggish and
the hairs on my head
are beginning to slip from their
roots. Hips will not move, no,

Save Me

Save me from the pain-
those eye, those mind-
popping rings that pass
through telephones just before
early morning, me mourning
over a loved young.

Love Chapters

Smiling faces and stomach races,
going places because his
touch was just right. Pillow bites and
cramped legs, bouncing high, loud
names, sweat for attire on
cold days in his room.
It was so soon and sudden
when he left.