tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.

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.

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.

i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother’s arms.

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

tread carefully
into my life, my dear.

the currents
are strong.

you will get lost
in this
warm ocean
of my skin.