Tenerife That Last Night
That night the gecko became a small half-moon scar
poetry
Late Roses, 1959
The rain writes its long prose lines down the fogged window.
Negotiations
Style negates soul, you said to me.
Feng Shui
The February night in the creaking bed, the bed
Leap Year
The extra day drops into the year:
Lost
Three days since the boat's come
The Ice Hotel
I'm going back to the ice hotel,
Siege
Stay patient, my sweet.
Love Lessons
And so you learn, among other things, love
Kitchen Floor
These past six days have been equatorial, transplendent.
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