some winters
will never melt

some summers
will never freeze

and some things will only
... live in poems.

we always knew
that good times came
with termination contracts
even if we weren't quite ready
to sign it.

it is to be savored like a
seabreeze-whispered

dream...in the mysterious
blue minutes
before dawn

like a secret
infatuation.... like slow
languorous sips

of green tea... like a lingering
glimpse

a self-wrapped
paradise

like his name
upon my lips.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

Live as many lives as you can.