I Think Of You, And I Can’t Help But Wonder

I can’t help but wonder
whether the fire of your kiss
will fade to a familiar warmth.

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An Airport Kind Of Love

I feel you
in the city lights dancing miles below,
in the way we are connected—
earth and sky.

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July 10th, Verrado Mountain

That night he had taken me to one of the mountains right outside his home city, where the earth stretched towards the sky, and the roads, though man-made, seemed to reach upwards, away from the ground.

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