My poems
like the moon...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

Sorrow,
I’ll meet you tomorrow...

It’s not you
it’s her hips...

a green frog
croaks to leap...

a really silly and chilly boy
jumped into Spring Flowers...

It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...

I see me not. I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on...

When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

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

I cannot read your mind,
nor can I predict your thoughts...