Meditating …on red lips
your mouth opens
and gives me sweet talk.
So gently smile the heavens.
Your seaweed waist,
and geisha brightness –
a cloud and a bird.
Maybe I just dreamed you?
This is the question.
Those dismal years
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 