Scent of sex pre-mate
trace of fluids pervade...

How long
how far how near...

Rain without drying up the sky
live without regretful sighs...

Words unravel my soul
words reveal the pam I dont know...

Pained longing
behind glazed eyes...

Through glazed eyes
gaussian blur 4.5...

Your passing
gives me heady release...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Every thing has its time
its own reason and rhyme...

Poem cello wake
a woman who has never loved...