I dreamed of wisteria -
she, of jasmine...
I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...
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...