set on fire
smells
fresh and fine and foreign
(not "foreign" as in "strange or alien"
but
"foreign"
You search for the alchemist you know.The one whose words,Made you believe;That even the lead in your soul,Could be transformed…
On
autopilot
I
Adam, one afternoon, had gone on a walkAnd wandered out of the gardenWhen he heard people talk.
My
little black book
tracks
the
lives of others
births and brides and deaths and dates;
in
The lives of others,Seem to hold some fascination for us.From the time we’re infants,We’re made to serve stints,In the…
And
as
How could I make you understandThat that kiss burned with the fireOf a thousand, splendid sunsAll bottled up…