i once was somebodies prettywore neroi and rose absolute.season of pearls and cashmere,cinnamon in the brandy crumbling under his touch,fingers between my legs I quiveredwanted moresweeter than honey spun baklava    i believedthe sun…

Dear You, The seasons sometimes seem too long because I am unable to touch you. This fog and coolness come in and create a forced examination and deconstruction of night. There is excess in…

I am sure I was too drunk To notice How wonderful you were I sat humming Or drumming In between the bell pattern and rattle’s 6×2-rhythm Somebody skin me And excuse me While I…

She said: falcons, rain, these scrub lands. today the sky says rememberHe said : I want your sighs and moans to silence the wild creatured 

come into me,  devour me until we are one again, sand, sea.   I have known, know you still as a tyrant wind,  I have seen you tear through the dead pine and summer fog…

out here 

seen in dream, found on earth