23 February 2013

Stranger my sister known to me
In the pierce of morning light
Reflected in a glass
Through my occupied eye.
It is the warmth of your breath
On my skin from your far angle.

01 February 2013


An exchequer of words
Must for worlds suffice;
Those unsaid still
Will swallow this sufficiency.
As unsyllabled stars
Quality space nonetheless,
Is every moment a thing before words,
And there is what you are.