Mirrors within your eyes… stare tranquilly in ice.  Those fog risen lids… stilled moments echoing.   Frozen they are… seasoning affection nowhere near to thaw tearcicles. 

Punctuating the bamboo with moon over tea hours a kiss from the hibachi blue flame tongue of blueburning, surrendering to the sizzle searing theflesh with lust beneath the sandstones ...deboned

cast for the morrow doomreflecting the dark dayinsipent need tiresinstead glorify the keenwho weeps in the day's keepsolemn terror, I see the shadows haunting the brightnessgrey is your steadaccept your fategreedy desire is ficklewill this man door perhaps anotherseeking...