Tonight, I miss you terribly.
Stupid little things...

Shyly
like russet deer...

Out on the raging battleground,
the ocean's churning field...

Even in uncertainty
You fascinate. Especially then...

The quiet sigh
that rushes from my parted lips...

Fairies are not pretty;
that's the commonest of errors...

Cats are the girls who stir their coffee
with a tiny straw and a flick of the tongue, who...

Curling ashes as soft
as feathers, aloft are...

The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than...

There rests the soft horizon,
To whom the lofty sun bequeaths...

We danced
in broken waltzes...

It's storming outside, in that
theatrical, brooding, wallowing...