Mimi had left her mobile on my table.
I liked its screen saver...

I carry my plastic-coated days
in a portmanteau...

Who's more stubborn
me, or my verse...

He hunted for words,
while coloring her lips...

Silvery eagles
engraved on each side...

For you only,
a world may shrink...

Flanked by bushes, depressing trunks,
the path ahead appears tapered...

Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window...

Horde of zebras grazing
on street...

A tempest swept away
mounds of whimpers...

I am held within a cobweb
of seduction, bound by it's nine letters...

I didn't consider the likelihood
that a morn would go by...