and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

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.

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

Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.

fierce lovers.
and battle warriors

both come
from the same place.

there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.

your gaze
across
my cheeks

turned them
into
strawberry fields.