Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul...
At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons...
The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns...
Faraway lowland
gets direct heat from the sun...
Would you remove
your mask once, and come to...
When Rilke stops
whispering, I search...
Something was left behind.
I was collecting all the...
Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily...
Today I was feeling gloom
I had no energy...
Don't read;
feel the words. They weep...
Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems...
Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall...