Sub zero temperatures
linger on the breeze that...

My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...

I'll miss the lavender sunrise
each time the rain pours down...

Whisper words sub rosa to
my rapacious soul...

Forsaken catacombs of esoteric allusions
lay neatly tucked behind my...

There is
an oak that sits...

My cramped fingers cavort
(in the crooked nooks...

An inexorable wildfire of
nostalgia steadily...

She shrugged her
shoulders as if...

Spark
my mind with your words...

I can still feel you tracing lightning
across my palm...

She baptized me in a rain of sweat
and preemptive kisses...