lipstickto draw digitson a starched handkerchief
for mesuffering is a comfortable seatI sit there with my jasmine teawatch the…
your old shadow is an obstinate wardenwho trails after you
if you were counting your final breathsI wonder if I would hop on a plane to hold your handif I would rush…
the mountains enclosed us and the palm trees in the early morningthe desert city whispered…
your loss
first you were a delicate substancehelpless from most angles, wieldedby the force of life surging through
joy has been a frivolous thingthe unnecessary embroideryon the garb of an…
your glassescarefully perchedon the nose we share