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...
That when
you open my heart at the seams...
She stood silhouetted by the fading sun;
amber light painted her in magical strokes...
Thighs
strangled...