We were two candlelights Kneeling precariously On a bed of snow. Flickering warmth, Blinking embers, We knew: Even if the wind didn’t come We’d sink before spring returns ..read more

The saturated coaster clung Onto the glass; she didn’t notice it. She held it to her nose and took another drag Of its waning pungence. She hadn’t tasted it; she hated whisky. But it reminded her of him. The coaster lost its grip And kissed the counter. She lowered the glass for the last time And sighed ..read more

With freezing hands she caressed Another ball of snow. She saw a dimple in his chest And gave to him his soul. She drew his smile; it made her smile— The dawn of her creation. She left him there to watch the sun Piercing through the horizon ..read more

I sought solace within the panorama Atop the untrodden windswept terrace Until I looked across and saw a girl Sitting on the brink of an abyss, Smiling to the world at her feet ..read more

Two truths and a lie: I love you. I love you more. A happy marriage ..read more

If you could choose, She started, softly, spinning the globe As if she controlled the world With her index. Where would you rather be? What she didn’t know was that Her body was the map and Her kisses were stamps, A different one each time, A different experience, passion, pleasure, place. Her hair like freshly fallen snow Her gaze like the auroras Her heart rhythms like the oceans Her memory the permanence of photographs Her. The breathtaking beauty Of infinite novelty And the sardonic irony Of goodbye. Paris. Definitely Paris, I replied ..read more

For all the stories you told me about love, You left out the one about the boy On his knees Collecting the fragments of his heart, Gluing them together with his tears. But how could you? You were already gone ..read more

Some tremble at the reckoning While others relish Even if only for a twinkle The sky’s fathoming Of a turbulent mind ..read more

My palpitating heart occupied The silence between each ring Like a chiming pendulum at midnight. You appeared with the rainy wind Through the window, Your hair a bouquet of autumn leaves Fallen from tired branches. The beseeching patter outside And the imploring pounding within Formed the melody for our tears, sighs, And my apology. I could still hear the chiming, The poignant promise that We’ll never share another tomorrow ..read more

Maybe the hardest ones to love Are the ones who once found love the hardest ..read more