Heat is heavy with moisture
weighing down the grass,
the tendrils of my hair
wet and wayward from
...
How long is too long?
A minute more without you
will stretch to eons in my heart
I have not met you yet
...
soup simmers om the stove
arpeggios of garlic harmonize with sage
with the counterpoint
of coriander calling out for salsa
...
A gleaming cloud
all framed in silver
will introduce
the lady moon
...
I've never met you
yet I miss you,
miss the feel, the touch
the sense of you;
...
Should I be grateful
that you hurt me?
Carved me back and forth,
left me in tatters
...
I wept.
A strange word that,
it looks so odd there
on the paper, no sense
...
More than pretty cards
on paper, more than
chocolates or wine
more than dinner
...
I saw you a moment ago
lost between my lashes
at the corner of my eye
I saw you, I knew you,
...
I touched a soul or two
along the way
trying not to bruise them
as I smiled and waved
...