It feels just right,
not to know your face...

There's a calm compatibility
between your truth...

Words perch
on my tongue...

I am an impasse
of blank stares...

Watch out, lost pet
there's a storm closing in...

I dreamed of you last night
for reasons unbeknown...

Love, like nature
has its teeth (all pointy with malefic intent...

At times your love...
with its promises of rays...

My belly flits not
all the fresh winged butterflies...

Lost
to a mirage of stars...

I suppose what I desired was
for you to inspire me...

There's a gust inside,
it chills me...