Spring Letters

i was married to sadness before i married your thoughts do not fear the melancholy air or the ricochet of midnight reflections, they are my dark children now i give you license to blunt their edges, ruffle their wit, walk them to open fields and return them to me in cascading autumnal rush they were…

Spring Yarns

to the figure by the window, go out with the tide along the shores of places you’ve never been go fly with the seagulls to perch on heights you’ve never seen go swim with the waves into the deepest abyss of the sea come stroll the lush riverbanks side by side with me

Quest

far across a boundless distance i hunt for a certain wing that could carry me to places- to a good spot you’ve never been. i swam the channels of the sea breathed the warm inkling of the wind but in my heart I know i’d come across you again. there is a lonely spirit in…

Unsettled Dot

I dress up my spirit in bohemian longings; and fiddle away in storm- blown villages springing with hope, on rosy mornings across tumble-down houses and wanderings for castles in the air I dress up my spirit in a gardener’s calloused hands, endure recluse with grace, sigh over the wild moorings at the schooners that sail…

Words

Her body ached to be touched by ink-stained fingers that knew the meter and rhythm of her words. Her breast swelled to be caressed by soft-spoken vows and well-worn clichés too exquisite to be denied. Her eyes spoke of immense depths and profound riddles unraveled inch by inch under the intensity of his gaze. This…

Little Things

there was modesty in the nod of her head, the purse of her lips, the click of her heels a quiet dignity as she moved along the stretch of blotchy-looking glass littered with concert posters and poetry reading invitations – pale and crumpled on empty street corners across the narrow downtown, a ripple of laughter…

Miracle

i knew you were mine in a precise moment of satisfaction and indulgence with time i sat meekly on a corner warm of the sunlit sky; behind curtained windows of celestial blue each time i altered the crisp page of a book the fragrance of the autumn wind carries me at your doorstep i suffered…