A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...
This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...
I don’t need confirmation or
spelled words to know...
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in...
My scars tell a story
Of what my mouth can not...
You missed the sunrise today.
It rose slowly...
I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...
Black paint spatters cover a room
that once glistened from the...
I inherited
my father and mother's...
She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing...
it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake...