Beyond heaven
there must be peace within...

When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...

She planted you,
expecting to see a small plant...

She hugged herself,
staring at her mutilated leg...

Her language has no curves
or colors...

I hear The Goddess
when The Full Moon dances in my eyes...

George saved me
when I was writing my epitaph...

Will you ever forgive me
for my poetic ignorance and romantic wings...

If I could learn how to be wise
as I sink my feet in my dewy garden...

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...

If I were a dewdrop running aimlessly on your lame...
as the kids play with iridescent bubbles...

Ageless, faceless flame
I dare myself to bleed...