A taint of red rose
illuminates...
He brushed me off with his eyelashes and said,
"You are an idiot—you know nothing...
The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...
They say what I do is a dream,
an ideal world I live in, it seems...
What the flowers need
The flowers need the rain...
I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...
They were stone
before they found divinity within...
Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...
I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...
An hour passed,
pausing time...
In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...
The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean...