Coming of age
in dark waters of thoughts...
instinctive whiskers
blur r e d the rodent to safety...
You begin and end
in sameness. The trust will...
At this point…
I really don’t know what to say...
My charm lies. You
will not come in this poem...
Between us was
left a prelude. I open...
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop...
To my horror, you
become a seadragon...
Between the hills,
were you ready for a...
Life changes so fast
The next day is what we yearn for...
Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your...
The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus...