Micro poem
What lives onwhen shine of day is gonethe songs of a larkthat put sparks in our heartsgoes…
You
slip on pearls
slip off your dress
Oursnot lives of predictable straight linesof precise Euclidian grids in uniform geometryfrom where we standfrom where we…
I visualizeyou are finally alone reading these wordsIn my mind you wear red satinslip into bed, glad for the rare time…