Your nose, slender and long,

extending outwards, cascading,

trickling downwards

The slow curve of tip or your nose turning a swaying

like a swing set.



I’ll Remember You



the sunken sun sitting on the edge of the earth-

lying down on the ledge of the cliff,

your legs entwined with mine

your voice whispers in my ears,

vibrates in my ear drums,

leaving a footprint in my memories.