Dripping Vanilla

$700 Limited Edition. Optionally Signed.

Once she hid herself behind a tree, and not even the leaves ever saw her again.

I could not give her what she gave me with such gracious ease
I could not return her love in time, & fell prey to this disease.
My heart’s each beat, each breath of my soul – All is Hers -
I love each thing, each speck of dust, yet
nothing in this world can replace her touch,
her sweet scent, her breath, her love.

I have lost all sense, all desire, all will;
lost all false reasons to roll my rock up this hill.
I am content. And so, I lose my self
in her sweet memory – what else do I have? – and desire no more
than to live in this dream
and be washed off of this eviscerate shore.

$450

If we could say why exactly we love something or someone, if this king of inexplicable feelings and the emperor of absurdity could be explained, what, then, would be the point of it? No, he went back to his coffee and looked outside the window for something his eyes yearned to but never saw, while his mind yearned to but never ceased to see.