:-(

i told him i loved him

but he does not love me

i think about him constantly

what harm can there be

in keeping his warm body

safe in the bedroom 

of my mind so when 

you find me dying 

he will be lying

next to me

to let

a room is a device

which, like a sail,

harnesses the spirit.

the room must be 

a perfect fit

or else it fails

to accommodate it.

lapidary

properly speaking

after digging

this is nothing left

but a spinel

here and there:

these laborious hours

desk-wrecked.  i fear

my looking inward

has deprived me

of the world and yet

experience comes close

to killing me, antimony

to my tongue.  it is only

when the spirit finds love

the ineffable triumphs

and knowledge is won.

plea

i gave a man a watering can

to water my soul.

mother, my thirst is deep:

let me grow!

what is it that stifles me?  

holds me back

from being a woman

carnally?

help me.

for when he looked at me

I knew he could look at me

all day!

but I am just a child afraid.

dread

6 a.m.

to which is given: 

the temperature at dawn.

in addition: 

that sequent chandra

in decline.

the earth is whisker quiet, 

unethical: 

nothing is born

or equal

to anything.