Please-
Fingertip dance...
An old man sitting on the beach, under the golden...
distributing some handfuls of sand on the ground...
The sands so distant, like waves they appear...
Then is not love the very fabric of this...
This pen is a knife
slitting the jugular of...
14th October, 2012.
The wind is clothe in sweetness...
I am a teacup,
I stand still on...
The dip between her chin and
collar bone has mouths parted like...
Shove
me in...
I'm too damaged to watch
storms pour sugar onto their...
Tipsy by evenfall
I sprouted on your lavender...
-- A sequel to "An Old Photo Album"...
Distance grew between,
Yes! -out of sight, out of mind...