Reflection of her eyes
hidden in stars
praying widow
***
Glittering waters
strands of seaweed
decorate her toes
***
Over the edge
reflections
swimming in her hair
***
Grey crane tiptoes
intently for his supper
between dusk and moon
***
The pink of dusk
reflecting
from her lips
***
A line of fog
reversing
its direction
***
Her little hands
around my neck, pull me
closer to her heart
***
Summer afternoon
I like mine
with a twist
***
Entranced by the sun
only to find warning
in blacking skies
***
A fever of soul
soaking her skin
then, a cool breeze
***
Mid afternooon
moon sneaking a peek
in fold of blue sky
***
In between crystals
tiny flowering pots
breeze alive with bamboo
***
Rays of cracks
weave across the road
filled with red poppies
***
Dazed
the foaming sea
spotted a star
***
A silent moment
and a glance
of mist
***
Little hand
holding gently to my skin
dreaming of stars
***
She dreams
somewhere
between moon and stars
***
The stillness
of late morning
in her sleeping sigh
***
Speckled clouds
bright
in my eyes
***
Grasses on my back
and the stars
nibbling my toes
***
Not trying
she releases
the sky
***
Her sadness
knotted in shoestrings
unnoticed
***
Her lips
are full
of daybreak
***
The pink of summer
dripping from her lips
watermelon delight
***
Her locks
dripping, sweet scented
stars on her thighs
***
The last hot night
of summer
tastes bittersweet
***
City tunnel
the coming and going
of shadows
***
The note she found
next to apple slices
folded in half
***
The Buddha and me
upon pine needles
seeing stars
***
White and grey gulls
bathing in hidden lagoon
silent like cats
***
That moment
we lock eyes and see each other
for the first time
***
Soft grass cradles her
like he once did
through the night
***
The stars
she fed
in her dreams
***
Distant fog
my heart beats
the time away
***
The stars
erased
the pain
***
Dripping honey
falling on soft grass
her sexy smile
***
Sliced melon
in wooden bowl
sprinkled with flies
***
