Lustrous fingertips of crystalline grace,
Slope down to her tranquil forehead –
July 2010
For Shirin
Maelstrom
Poetry
I combine the diaphanous white of a fingernail,
With the curve of a chin.
I collect what is grave, what is cardinal,
For every poem is a kiss,
Squatting on the paper,
Placing a bed to rest
Near the comprehensible
Like my look that rests
On a midget fold of your shirt,
Near your shoulder.