Where have my dreams gone to?
I know that in a wake, I left them with my sleep...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...

This winter
the sky is cold white...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...

may pillows gather at my feet
and pile their way to my head...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...