I see you as wick of this candle,dancing in the midst of its flame.Your moves erotic, yet most holy.Your face orgasmic, thus, beatific.You dance with abandon: the world,dark, save for your movement in flame.Candle now burns down close to its base,yet you keep dancing beyond its wax and fire,carefree as wind that I pray won’t... Continue Reading →

The meadow by the airportis just like any other grasslandbeneath the empyreal bluethat offers late afternoonsof sprawling blades of greendappled by gentle sunlight —except for the intermittentintrusion of a thunderingairborne machineand its passing shadow.The metal carrier's soar or descent breaks the silenceand solemnity of the moment.But oftentimes, it is absent.Sometimes, it’s just a purple kitesteadying itself high above,or... Continue Reading →