Mesmeric

Siren’s melody                                 conjures a         half moon                     gale.    Mesmeric                                 chants lure         my soul,                      awakened at   daybreak on                                 pretersensual         shores.                                          …

Myth

We interlace                        our spectral         intensities,                  an arousal                    of tender                         cravings         converging                    into our   oneness.                         A mystifying         anomaly to                   …

Candles

memories lose luster—lights filtered through moisture density, I’m quantified by      quadrants of life,   an imposed reality impractical to accept—like New York streets amid harsh winters, when the  …