Saturday, November 24, 2001

Weak

 

Like the resilient surf

Beats violently the shore

So does a lover's fist

In absent blows

Yet meek voices whisper

Desperate prayers

Consoled in arms

Now wet with tears

Which administered the scars

With the years

Despondent hope now

Sallow, empty sockets.

She cries

Then dies.


[1997]

Wednesday, September 5, 2001

My Love

 

An ubiquitous fire encompasses

A diffident soul,

Exulting passions yet unknown.

Be still my heart,

Press gently on my lips and

Give me breath

My love.


Graceful turns on measured steps

An evanescent duet,

My Lead and lover in minuet. 

Be still my heart,

Spin your dance for me and

Take my hand

My love. 


[1998]

P.S. I love you

She dared not open her lips to speak. Her mouth was already full of his name.