I was not entirely sure
Of the circumstances...

Stripped
from Vietnam...

Snow in Autumn falling,
yet hanging on to fresh air...

My pen
screams nightmares...

Silouetted tip toes hush
crossed a threshold of invitation...

Silhouette
kisses bare shoulders...

What do you do, when light of day stings your...
Death beacons a lighthouse of doom...

Upon a hazy sky, during a night springs chill
yearning to feed the hungry...

To the people who cast demons-
May your words travel...

I've grown accustomed
to nothing but a smile...

Its another day
when the lower lip quivers...

Goodnight my beloved sunrise
gather silk fingers from gloves...