Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to...
Put a candle under
the rose bush...
Squat ugly gnarled trunk
tapering branches flower...
The desire,
rises like a spire...
My child, you say you love my rain -
you praise the pitter-patter that soothes your...
The restless legs take you,
weightless, to marshes...
Evening skyline shaded in crimson glory
Swimming ducks quacked out their story...
Must we go beyond
the black holes of burned books...
Yes it would remain
incomplete, my story...
Zambia is home for the harem
Each day they eat grass, they...
His touch reminds me of the gentle wind.
His hands remind me of rough bark...
Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome...