Category: Poetry

Your touch, soft as a breeze,  sends a zing through my skin,  a […]
I unlatch it with both hands, the old frame tottering, as if it, […]
Do you see the poem   happening to me when I look at […]
Not the sigh of skin against skin, nor its echo,  not the soft […]
As in sleeping-drink spices, I loosen in the liquid-clear   mirror my fatigued demeanor […]
I stand,  in the shadow of laughter,  hidden among the corners,  where the […]