I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...
You joke to me;
"Trade me in...
I hunger
like the moon...
two flowers
crushed between...
the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...
No, I will not burn
this poem...
and how they protrude so vulnerably
against your flesh, as if a semi hidden...
Do you remember our first date?
That downtown Chinese place...
(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...
You're elegantly beautiful
Up close or afar...
Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...
Listening to the delicate murmur of your heart
that echoes without words...