Wandering smoke : hold me to my words.
[Ryan Headley]
[James Turnley]
Let go
[Ryan Headley]
[James Turnley]
Fallen off
but triumphant
always, like
the color
of kings:
purple dusk
bumble gold,
chest deep
in a silence.
[Ryan Headley]
[James Turnley]
Sunspots came through the glasses
forming islands of freckles
on the face of the warmer partner
Can you roll up your window for an hour
until its on my side too?
If you turn around
it would be yours.
[Ryan Headley]
[James Turnley]
Dog collar clicking on the floor after every time he hears the sound.
[Ryan Headley]
[James Turnley]
