If you could see the wind
you would find my love...

I see the dormice
scurrying home...

The night moves with you
writhing on the moonlit shores...

Darkness failed me.
I made myself blind...

Bubbles drift up, morphing
into ridiculous shapes...

Blind
I was...

Where did you go,
that you could not find...

Each man's hand itches
when he sees the sword impaled...

It is not the kiss
that makes the hurt feel better...

After they broke up
we continued to like him...

The world is alone without you;
no wine-sparkled eyes dance toward me...

I cannot equate you
or quantify my feelings...