Steeped In Sunshine

Your face is bright
all steeped in sunshine,
more beautiful than
the water singing
as it runs
on a great day.

Live With That

I gave up a love
so incredible:
he had me in a shiver of flesh
and touch...
I think of the face I love
and he is gone.
I know I have to live with that.

Surviving

A great fatigue: this
stagnant point
in my poisoned body.
My corpse-like face
nothing to you, my love.
I was surviving.

Everyday Love

Love swell
to be as natural and necessary
as breathing.
That golden, everyday love
was a face smiling at me before I
go to sleep.

Fierce Longings

The fierce longings
of his heart was alien.
He had grown to realize he brooded
a cynical image of
the world.
A figure came to him in sleep,
her face veiled but desire
traversed his memory.