you, my dear are the dear beyond words
you are a feeling unnamable
you are a knowing familiar

you are the smile and the tears that percolate on my face
you are a friend from pasts
my bones, they know you
when you touch them

3/2019

soft on my face 

comforting, breeze 

carrying with you scent 

and potion 

your presence known

only in others 

leaves ripple 

waves ocean 

soothing, balm 

you are

sweet, breeze 

today 

wild wind 

tomorrow 

howling gust 

then, warm breath

of mother and child 

sing without sound

dance without form 

speak no words

come, go 

come, again 

life death life again 

and, again 

TC 09/08/2025 

Rose (Gul)

Did I happen to get nicked by a roses' thorns 

I wonder 

Or were you in guise all along, jackal?