Caution

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

Refuse

An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips

Relief

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

Leap

Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now

Pullman

Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep

Age

A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair 
Looking back at me

Noise

Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it

Curves

The arc of her back
Revealed in alabaster
Carved by the moonlight

Beginnings

We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape 
The first of many

Shadow

The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear