Temptation strains under your skin --
a premonition of passion in your eyes...

Her face lifts and falls in soft waves, and her...
Her ivory skin smells of earth and beckons the sky...

If this was my last expression,
my sentiments would wrap willow trees around my...

Insecure gestures
bring fractures to melody...

A
Lioness made of...

I lift the whiskey bottle to my lips, allow the...
(Tell me if anything needs to be changed or if I...

I spoke with my shadow the other day and wondered...

And the children would write palinodes to the...
Still Father Time is in crutches...

The sweet aroma of twilight
coils within the smoke and the rain...

There are some things that, at a certain time,
you don't consider significant enough to remember...

And the children would grin as they danced on the...
below the soft blue cradling them with a mother's...

Your grin may be wide, my Dear,
but I can see that blackness in your eyes...