I.
You're gone, you said so—
composing tales out of my laughter:
...
When tomorrow
opened the door—
you already did left
with much to offer
...
Tenderness (For Strangers)
I.
You're gone, you said so—
composing tales out of my laughter:
castles made of sand,
the gate of fragment
after-images of secrecy
the back yard of the unspoken -
my last wish dead around the corner—
eyes seeking miracles
ashes for credulous.
II.
Many moon I have grown
outside the waiting room of predictions—
in the rearview mirror of your glances
spotlight of misfortune
your face as an surprise.
Tenderness for you was
a cigarette break inside a volcano.