Eyes once gave
A stare back
To my lonely face
Contouring the lines
...
I place my hand
Of delight
To yours
And touch my soul
...
Her ways are elusive.
Obtrusive in a manner
Of competence.
...
For a friend I write.
For a friend I rhyme.
For a friend I'll raise my pen
And show her things I find
...
What do you know about love?
Dare not say
You can lecture me
...
I gave you my life
In its pure flavor,
Strong in scent
Though how withered it looks.
...
Me and the boys
Brought bitter liquor
From the blood bank
Yet it tasted
...
Only yesterday I have gone
Through darkened portals
Of your love- whatever you call it:
Guilt, shame, deception;
...
I remember a friend:
Her ways, her warmth, her smile
Crouching through the overhanging sleeves
Of a torn-out, withered school uniform.
...