Unquenched fire under a deluge;
pouring cool love onto hot coal...

Irony's not lost
comforting her for lost beau...

No lamp will ever
house a genie, even so...

If you could see the wind
you would find my love...

From the intimacy of my public life
I hide you away fearing theft...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Sometimes bitter disappointment
keeps you from remembering...

Sometimes I just think
how I am supposed to feel...

I hate Google maps
I love to discover...

I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...

I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...

Driving downtown a motion
from outside my window...