Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town...

In the sunbeams
where I used to glimpse God...

Little nymph, you call me
I am cool and white, bathing in your smile...

On the red couch of passion we recline,
my incomplete lover and I...

I will show you
the universe in a clover leaf...

Nighttime in San Miguel is teeming and rich
and swirling with twilight. The sun fades...

Fairies are not pretty;
that's the commonest of errors...

It's storming outside, in that
theatrical, brooding, wallowing...

My dreams are stuffed and crowded with monsters
both human and beast...

Alone within this evening bright,
am I...

I cling to you,
you drain my life away, oh...

I used to kiss
the buds alive...