behind the bungalow a path cuts through green waist-high grass as rough as a cat’s tongue on ... CONTINUED

the soft splash of oars beating black water which mirrors blue sky. dry grasses ... CONTINUED

all i see is this... your tears no longer fall — the sun begins to set — summer rains have come ... CONTINUED

the light of her moon has eclipsed my sun casting all of my thoughts into doubt. unable to ... CONTINUED

if all that i see and all that i think could somehow be erased — what might fill the ... CONTINUED

your perfume lingers here like morning dew which clings to each blade of uncut grass before ... CONTINUED

a thousand eyes for you on any given evening waiting in the wings to undress every ... CONTINUED