I trailed the rivulets of ink that bled down my window pane Collisions of black streams with no rhyme or reason Nor formation of any coherent lines of meaning I ...
I skipped in beats of two and jumped scarlet puddles like a child in rainfall never knowing it was your heart - bleeding from the sky reigning autumn darkness in ...
We wrote our names in sand and watched as the ocean reached out and gathered our letters in her hand greedily like our dreams were chips we lost whilst betting ...