I
remember when you...
You rose up to
meet me...
I've got books in places where there should be...
Words scribbled so neatly on my legs they look...
I read pretty words from lovers cross the globe-
pen etchings with ink pen tear stains...
When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...
the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...
It's that chance in a million
Best ever sunrise...
Do you remember our first date?
That downtown Chinese place...
I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned you were just a semblance I was...
Before you leave
So many things I should have told you, sad but...
To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know...
Go find for me in all of botany;
The rarest rose amidst the sweetest mire...