The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change, blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled-- somewhere, someone's heart beating for me, cares. And when I sense you must be there, my pulse quickens-- I would've followed a prettier road but that would've left no chance of meeting you, trickling slowly down … Continue reading December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence

My love for you is a rose almond. Luscious and creamier than milk, itself. Sliding into sleep, I search for you. Am I deluded? Do you feel the same? A luscious rose almond. I search for love that is creamier than milk, itself. Sleep, itself is deluded. Do you feel I am sliding? The same? … Continue reading Unintended

Morning thickens around us, like verses, full of meaning as clouds consumed with thought are kissed a brilliant white, and I, in deepening admiration surrender to conversation rapt in the poesy of your philosophical being, perhaps I belong to you to what seems lost but is a gentle remnant unfound-- I listen to your words, … Continue reading November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity

No softeners required, lemon or lime my ecstasy my medication as I pace along lines of the mind's track field-- the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow nor predicts slow opening of your eyes, your groans bittersweet as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time-- still making me grin your eyes … Continue reading As deep as breath goes

Every night when I lie down beneath the stars I die, my only companion being a blanket of sky and words ringing loudly in my ears, and every morning as I wake my mind conjures new images for the soul to dip in— and even though the eyes may only discern one step at a … Continue reading To Begin With, the Fading Night and Blossoming Day

You leave me unfinished staring deeply into the abyss of time, I, a rough sketch of desire, attempting to put words together your scent lingers as rain conjuring a gentle yet dark pattern upon my skin, remember when we were strangers-- in tandem stationed in the bucolic hills the shape of those days meant nothing … Continue reading Remember when we were strangers?