letters (coral vipers)

cold blade to bare skin
knife into the pancreas.
scarlet whisper over my body.
coral vipers burrow into the ground
beneath my feet.

your eyes…
your voice…
your smile…

fragments (i told him)

I told him,
“cut the crap,
it is just sex.
I have six hours,
don’t waste.”

a glass of wine…
eyes into eyes,
blue melts with brown.

he asked me to stay,
this time for good.

he picked my dress
from the stairs,
my bra from the kitchen table
and hung them neatly
in his closet.

he made me tea
and fixed my dinner.

I mentioned that
I use my stove
for extra storage.

he asked me,
if I will stop by again.

I said
“perhaps…
sometimes…
next year…
if I will have six hours
to waste”

fragments (I like my days)

I like my days,
repetitive
and uneventful…

my morning rituals…
the coffee shop.
if I would go blind
tomorrow,
I wouldn’t miss
one corner there.

mid-morning sun
fights shade
of my UV reflective glasses.

skipping red light
like a heartbeat,
in the green valley,
I race blue Truck.
he gloriously honks
while crossing finish line
ahead of me.

car radio announces
tornado warning
for later afternoon

and off my path.

fragments (a portrait)

a stroke of the brush...
the melatonin layers and suns
imbedded into the skin.

another brush… another stroke
and winter tangles with the snow
in hair that melts on shoulder blades.

The mirror is a silent judge and witness.
A smile of wisdom from within.


the lonely footprints
in the dirt of the road
and shadows in the clothes

a broken brush…
a smudge across the canvas,
a breath of wind across the fields,
deserted, left behind
that disappears in far perspective.

I hold the brush; he’s leaning on the cane.

letters (dance with me)

dance with me…

your touch…

double –edged sword…

scarlet path drew the dance
into the oak floor, white walls.

drops of pain shivers
at the edge of the blade.
night hides the secrets.
the shadows slither into the corners.
wind whispers behind the doors.
rain flows through my veins.

rhythm deepens…


my wounds…


trembling hollowness wraps around my heart.

letters (I drown to you)

I drown to you
like a moth to the flame,
ignoring pain,
ignoring burning wings.

attracted by light,
by warmth, by your nature,
abstract, mystical and elusive
like dancing shadows on the wall.

I hopelessly fall in the trap,
Into the open arms of death.

tears of the moon, cold silver flickers,
woven into the canvas of the night.

last visual memory,
before the darkness
consumes my eyes.

…the sunrise will wash out
handful of ashes.

past is lightweight and overrated.

letters (the snake)

the sand dunes, the burning sun.
the wind rasps through my scales.
I curve my path; I ripple into the far horizon.
I flow with the sand.

today, I slither over your body,
Into your dreams,
attracted by the scent
of your sweat – beaded skin,
your gentle warmth, your misty breath.

I am infringed into your sleep.
I am reflection of your fears.
the mesmerizing force
drenches from my eyes.

the paralyzing thought
seals your lips from scream.

I hiss your name in my ancient tongues
.
your blood, in the valley of your neck,
throbs in my belly.

you still…. you tremble….
you surrender!