I will lay you;
a drowsy gazelle...
How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white...
Tell me, do you feel it?
Rope burns on your hand...
You've ripped apart my trusting heart
then thrown it to the wind...
Sometimes
I get carried away...
I seek not clarity. Man's vicissitude follicles...
I may assay, quantify the extremities of today...
A fire burns slowly
when set by your...
Back in April
Warm spring showers, flowers in bloom...
Live
Life...
Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...
A smile gently opens
the petals of your heart...
Let my soul to rest
before the roseate glow of dawn...