Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I had the words I thought
and the thoughts
disappeared

you embraced me
like  youthful
green shoots wrap around
ancient branches

It felt warm
like spring rain
yet cold as death






Friday, August 15, 2014


You change
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile