Trepidation permeates my
every thought...

An inexorable wildfire of
nostalgia steadily...

On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...

Some days I'm very much
in the now...

My cramped fingers cavort
(in the crooked nooks...

I want to hug you until my
arms become a vice...

She shrugged her
shoulders as if...

I was a forgotten ugly duckling
that found shelter under...

She baptized me in a rain of sweat
and preemptive kisses...

I thought you were my feeble
knees...

There is
an oak that sits...

My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...