Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Elward...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent blooms...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...