The stigma of your eyes
unnerves me as I fumble...

There is someone my age, your age,
who has pushed forward the date...

I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...

I'm told that time
conspires against...

He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...

I smiled at his pain last night.
A guilt-free indulgence...

It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning...

I know you hate labels
but here, I don't feel cornered...

Summer serenades
me with her softness...

I am sure you are one of the few
who hears my blood running...

I dreamed of you last night,
regrettably...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...