ΩIs it any wonder how writers,even so young-their faces tight and bright with sun,their eyes agleam-how yet they still succumbto emptiness?their faucets dripping dryan empty skyno air; nowhere to runno thoughts to dream?·Then let the bullets flylet blades invade...

ℑby now, youare aloft, soaring throughwhispering clouds as i tendto your memoryyour scentmy stained and matted sheetsfilaments of hair, the toothbrushi keep for you.your towel, i press to myface, as visions returnabruptlymirrored imagesof you behind methrusting, thrusting, thrusting.by now,...

 My lover's gaze is blazing sunas down abandoned beach I runin search of shade,of shrouded sky -I shan't escape his searing eye. Alas, the faster that I tryto flee the warmth of his embracethe further still I'm lost untilmy heart...

 This room has seenus to the last. The years have cast our meetings hereas images on frosted glasswith raindrop spray.Our secret past is sealed awayinside a dream... This room has seena place where I belonged to youand you alone belonged to...