- Sinkin

      Leave the lights far enough from my blink,
      Fast enough for my faulty vision
      To sink in

Snow on
Sand in the army night,
Where lines kiss and shuffle,
Where island waves, muffled,
Hide our faces of fright.

Sown in
The square glow of barracks,
We touch run to the ledge,
We line kiss and empty edge,
Falling to relax.

Dieing in love at last.