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
        
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                    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.
                

 
                    