We indulge our passions, unthinking Of how it feels to others, I am most alive When I am dead underwater, cocooned In its gentle caress. No hacking cough Not even the pain that shoots Down my leg on land. This poem flows Like the drops…

The daffodil was still a seedling Recall that hot summer noon Mother and I cooked in the kitchen And talked about my perfect groom When the bull ignores the cow’s moo He must be frustrated and hungry too When last was his best laugh? Tell…

I’ll be the sunshine That your moonlight glitters; Far away, watching people Look at you and stun in admiration. I’ll be the star-like freckles adorning your face. I’ll fill the sky-like void of Your heart. I’ll be the comfort to rely on The shoulder to…