My kisses try to reach your eyes but fail,
I feel like a kid who has spent his life in jail.
...
To be in awe of a woman,
The fragrance of sunlight upon her hair,
The way her voice finds resonance within the core
Of your being,
...
There are spring flowers
Exuding an exhilarating fragrance
And unimaginable beauty.
If nurtured, they flourish
...
Sometimes
When a woman
Is justifiably angry
And refuses to see
...
The moon is watching
And the city trees blush.
Her apartment at midnight,
...
I’m older now,
So much older now
That she has found me
Than when first she sought me.
...
Walk into my world,
The concrete prayers of the city,
Children laugh at bus stops
And wild roses cling to a broken fence
...
Wearing an ankle bracelet
On the steamy July afternoon,
She walks in the sunlight
On a stone-paved road
...
Blue city swimming in irreproachable dreams,
Walking in the nighttime rain,
No despair on midnight streets,
No judgment calls on drunks vomiting
...
Three A.M.
and the humid night
weeps softly
like a child.
...