Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

No Better Love Than Love With No Object

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

The Ocean Of The Body Crashes Against The Ocean Of The Heart. Between Them Is A Barrier They Cannot Cross.