As I read
the sun squints
through the window
...
Goethe visits
Schiller
but Schiller
...
The air looked
startled by the thunder
lightning ripped
...
He wonders
what it would be like
if he could
...
Dead bee in her hand
lovely furry miracle.
'No buzz buzz! ' she weeps
enormous tears plop on bee
...
Soaking up the sun
is...hard work.
But determinedly
...
I like the way
your breasts rhyme
one with the other
...
Together we
created constellations
placed a star
...
I burn your
precious letters
(you know the ones)
...
Oh how you laugh
& talk
you voice
...