Late Night Love Poem (for Sukie)
There is not a God
The stars are silent
My heart aches
In your absence

I close my eyes and
Breathe you in
Inebriating miasma
strained Gossamer

The wildest colors
of your flamboyance
purvey a warning
I will die smiling

We are meant to have
What we are meant to lose

Do we really ever have anything?