There are no finished lines,
only a sense of a wonder overdue.
The history makes itself.

As I watch the sunrise,
I wash away all my thoughts.
How do you rate me?

Be your only fantasy,
pointless,
unless in captivity.

In the end
love is only chemicals,
simply find the words to me.

Stop the anger seeping out.
Behave now.
Yet I bleed inside.

I thought I wasn’t
but I’m hurt.
Bittersweet devotion.

Save myself for a rainy day.
Eggshells break
as I’m threading lightly on the ground.

(2009)