|The sad, dimly lit space between romantic yearning and monastic devotion, when the monk and the lover both lay their prayers at a cold, silent altar and resolve to wait until the flood passes.||
CellStreams of dread from your stalwart cup--
A porcelain coast surrounding an arid sky.
I am only a prisoner of that broken picture--
A fevered window above your sacred space.
As salt platitudes surround me,
Morning streams through
My almost blushing eyes.
f m r lCelebrate delerious subterfuge
When love smokes like a blaze of honey
Brazen in a hot onyx cup
A flood of languid perfume
Your delicious laugh
HomeBare concrete and gilded marble
Shine above a frantic blue sea
Smooth mist broken by the brilliant spray
Gates festooned with blushing blood petals
White peach trees
The winding road