Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...
I used to
believe in illusion...
She says she's going to be a tree
with birds...
She reminds me of Autumn.
Leaves flushed in the...
I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...
I am
all that I speak of...
You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue...
A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating...
I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...
Silver rime
on moments, once sublime...
Tonight
as the world rests...
You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...