24-FEB-2007
curve 3
I am not what you see. I am what I want you to see. And I am me.
24-FEB-2007
red 1
Some mornings I am still beside the water, waiting. The light rises, slowly, like the entrance of a concerto--first timid, then braver. I like to bathe in its music.
24-FEB-2007
red 2
When we laugh it is a beautiful exchange. I like the crinkle at the edges of your eyes, the syncopation of happy sound.
24-FEB-2007
red 3
Thinking about you is hanging over the edge of something entirely fantastic. I am struck by the irrevocable wonders: how your voice is so welcome when it breaks silence, how your silence speaks in the spaces between. Listening to you follows the cadence of poetry.
25-FEB-2007
nymph 1
One night I woke up drenched in the scent of jasmine. Sleep left shortly after.
25-FEB-2007
nymph 2
This endless looking for you is like a sentimental medley: it starts with a minor note and never reaches a crescendo.
25-FEB-2007
nymph 3
How would I ask you for another morning just like this one? Would I implore you with my eyes closed, speak words like scented flowers?