Good Morning

Sticky new bed sheets
Skin salty-sweet
Pillow talk spilling
Onto the street

Dog on a Chain

He licked her wounds
Though his blistered tongue bled
While her heavy heart slowly opened

I
Spy
Seven
Seconds
Staying
Silently
Still

Sunday

spring in full swing
doubts hang by a string
minutes get lighter
than dandelion seeds
sun succeeds

Street Band

Slow sweet spring
Loops into swing
Street sounds cling
Like symbols!

Dramatic Days

Some days, the breathing is difficult
Sometimes, you can’t face the day
One day, your cells will disintegrate -
Only because she’s away.

Release

A cry from my inner child
Pulling towards
Your deep swaying cradle
My faraway beginning

Backbone

Tail echoes the head
Like my life’s journey
From here to there

Witness

Stillness silently smiles
As my train of thought crashes
Into an iceberg of stale fears

Process

Peeling layers of space
Eyes like teeth through an onion
New visions cleansing my blindness
With sweat and tears

Daydream

Not here and now
But there and then
Distance reluctantly disappears

Infatuation

My luscious ego
Smothered in positive feedback
Devours the glamour
Of "Yes, I can!"