November Wind
It travels through the bedroom screen,
plucking a chill, house song.
Your scarf on the back door
ripples up, spilling a shadow
across the floor. This breath
of autumn, reaches the kitchen
and falls to your ankles
only to spiral up between your legs
where all of my thoughts on autumn
hide, in the warm veins of burning leaves.
Shanghai By The Sea
People on either side of the road
curl from side to side
like slow kelp growing in a coastal current.
The white pearls easier around your neck
than my soft kisses.
My eyes reflect neon signs that swim in streaks
down the puddled street
as yours float up to mine
looking to learn
how quick lives can split and divide into another.
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