i have your small hours in my favor
and as we pretend to be aloof...

It is not the heart that bends,
bows and touches the nebulae...

She rides jasmines flowers in fields of hope
and I sit upright to appreciate her care...

Julio's words
embraced me...

A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...

It is always the same thing
and their eyes avoid the pus...

Kitchen Witchery
I get some water for coffee...

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

Won't you celebrate my breasts
and all the complexities pervading...

This is a sometime thing
and it aches to count the letters...

She told me they were lying on a cardboard
when her mother said...

"Let our scars fall in love."
Galway Kinnell...