It's your smile that shines on my face like the sun
though the sun too has its end
but my days are too short to count
too blest to see you wane.
...
In the darkness
my soul cried out
even a faint glow was enough.
You at such an hour
...
I don't dare
think about centipedes
yet when I do
it feels
...
This afternoon I'll not
sleep with you
but keep my head on your breast
and cry my soul out.
...
A Japanese-doll went a-reading
and a flower followed her
She put the flower back on the bough
and asked a bee to keep her.
...
You are through the foothill ride
the darkest of the night
pits are there and boulders
you may stumble outright
...