Inside Corners
Watermelon dreams
stain the skin of summer…
In These Arms
In these arms I gather
the loneliness of your dreams
as you curl into my corners
lost in a shapeless geography…
A Song for Someone
Every day that passes behind the calendar
strikes a different chord in the long chapter of remembrance,
the winter that never became our season,
the kisses that never crossed our lips…
The Stench of Death
What use is love for those whose hands stink of death?
What meaning does humanity hold for
those laughing through tears?…