I come as a voice caged in whispering riddles…
HOW?
How can I not write of you, love?
Thoughts of you
Open windows of the heart,
And creaky panes of passion.
So I begin to see the canvas of your eyes
POIGNANCE
Smile.
Your dimples speak volumes,
Many secrets
That the verses of a poem cannot hold.
SCENERY
Heritage-park trees
Smell of lovers’ hugs, hormones
And bat shit.
Orgasms.
…barks are lewd romantic stories
Awaiting publishers’ rejection
SNOWBALL
