You write me a prelude-
a stroke of sailing hands...

I've had so little a glimpse of you.....
through glass morphings...

You breathe
like a found piano...

I keep adding spoonfuls
until my heart ceases...

Mary Alice,
you remain a mystery unseen...

Maybe it's the way you say goodnight....
that leaves me clutching my ribs...

He is peaceful with her heart-
believing without exception...

...............Time
...........brews loud...

Gifted
are their words...

Charitable acts, like virgin sky lending itself...
are perceived as innocent bases...

-Element Etheree...

At first,
My heart was a rambling contradiction...