Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...

Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...

The sweet stickiness of strawberry jam
was the air of the airport, and on...

If you were a planet, I bet
you would dance around the sun...

I wake up every morning to an alarming sound,
the sound of no sound...

In glowering
wind, by rusty swings...

Your lips twitch, betraying the dream you're...
Your slow breath is choral to the soft rain...

I can hardly stand to watch, most mornings,
her buttering crispy-black toast, scraping off...

She flicks a fanned image of Catalan art
under the parasol with a twitching...

Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...

You, coquette and lovely, once managed
to encompass the allure of your sex...