From Last Night

At dusk,
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos. 


In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.


Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong. 

The car whirs...

The car whirs--
 just above the gear shift,
our hands clasp.

In Honor of Valentine's Day

As I know true love,
I'd rather be alone
than fooling myself.

It's Easy

It’s easy to think
of you with desires like
love: I don’t know you.

For Segue

Letting go of you...
it is like the skin is ripped
from my empty hands.

Part I

I fear the love in
my heart is finite. After
all, I'm not a saint.