Flesh relfected on a glittering mirage
Stops to breathe of the new day...

We came upon the once-turned stone
to find it now as dust...

When it rains, there is smoke. It clutters the...
Fresh plumes issue forth with every incipient...

Dry lips
on the notepad...

Whilst the sun set, it dawned on her
As we lay, two humans, side by side...

A book without point
prose without poignancy...

Oil, dripping,
a sheen of sweat...

Words mark their time, on this fair soil
a latticework of assault rendered in their fading...

A late night visitor
Enraptured, enamoured, with senses aglow...