your hand
touches mine ...
rainy clouds
wet grass
the smell of summer
in our coupled body
Valentine's Day
he lies in bed staring
at the ceiling
when thinking of her...
a June frog half-opens
its thick eyelids
Mr. Good Enough
or Mr. Right? she ponders...
Valentine's gift
my fingers
finally discover her folds
spring dawn
hydrangea --
when thinking of her
flower heart
the azure sky
in your eyes --
smell of blueberries
steam rising
from a hotpot for one
Valentine's Eve
Valentine's Day he makes love to the bottle
Special February Issue of Sketchbook (Vol., No. 1)
A Room of My Own: Past and Present, Then Ever
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cherry blossoms
always the same, and yet
ever new with you
pink blossom rain
the space where you used to be
pink blossom rain
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midnight crescen...
