The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...

like a bull-elephant sharpening
tusks on tree-trunk, i take to...

i know you know how it feels to stir in the...
i used to pen you poems, a bakers dozen or so a...

the sky lightens with your touch, i’m left...
you set fire to most things, are you aware of...

you spill light into the evening sun;
lending warmth to an otherwise...

the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...

MARRED
by your hands alone. I offer my neck willingly...

love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...

honeyed as your words were,
it was your heart that did me in...

parched are the lips that recite your poetry –
your words demand everything to take flight...

immured to a dreamland where you run
rampant; let me confess one thing...

… regarded nostalgia as ambrosia,
and i remember this clearly...