Don't read;
feel the words. They weep...

Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily...

Something was left behind.
I was collecting all the...

When Rilke stops
whispering, I search...

Would you remove
your mask once, and come to...

The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns...

At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons...

Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul...

The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words...

A secret poem for
you, to forget myself lost on the...

Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions...

Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the...