Category Archives: Poetry

après vous, mon beau langage*

this sunset
in your eyes
my love.

*(from Introduction au Discours sur le peu de réalité by Andre Breton)


si tu savais

[through the woods we came
the winds of fortune
holding on to the sails
the birds were dancing]

my name is made up of
but i have not learned it yet

he calls me princess

but i am a queen

these nights
full of

c’est mais mon cherie
……si tu savais…

Sunshine and Starlight

Perhaps we should single her out
she has a way with words
If she would only talk,

Now carry her heart in a velvet box
Sprinkle petals of roses on her scars.
She will dance for you into an art,

Mix a cup of sunshine, two spoonfuls of starlight,
A pinch of daisy, and cajole those ears,

Shall I count to ten, begin one with a kiss
On her palm, and two on a shoulder,
Three would cover the slope of the neck,
While four miladies
We won’t tell,
Five onto the dust speckled dots
Six like a charging bull
On a red mark,
Seven if you lean in
And whisper softly
Eight may be the deal maker
Nine inchin forward
Ten hold her close
And never part.

the irrational

sometimes happiness comes from the most irrational things…or situations..and life takes me by surprise.

in a few words

in a few words

I can love you without resorting to
the corny cliches of
sweet utterances,
holding hands
or clinging to your manly strength,

I can close my eyes
and sleep
in your night
while you deconstruct the stars,

to contemplate upon this
such a love that is not loving
but holds me close
to your heart.