PASSING STRANGE


Rose, arose & having risen:
...was angry.


'You never call me
by my name


only love & darling.'


'A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet! '
I quoted.


'That's neat! '
she sweetly smiled.


'That's Shakespeare! '
I whispered in her ear


and kissed her sweet sweet smile.
(Each reflected in the other's eye) .


'Oh, quote me that kiss again! '
she sighed.


'How I do love thee...! '
I cried.


'...let me count the kisses! '
she replied.


My lovely darling
Rose.

The Light

Gifted Days

Midas

Dark skinned

Brilliant

Souls'

Effulgence.

with carnivorous eyes without a center
he's secretly moulding the void from behind
too many interrupted gestures
he's afraid we're going to laugh at his naked ****
he has sensitive dreams and nervous fingertips
such is the pain not kidding that he starts misspelling
his name
passionate like a colt, like a murderous silence
he doesn't mind he is a fragment
waiting to be taken somewhere
beyond
to an unknown love