Poems

i want to hold your face between my hands and study it like goddard jump-cutting to the back of sebergs head in a speeding car attempting to capture the beauty of sunlight

Your hand small and cold slips into mine as we trudge across the snow while church bells peal over frozen meadows. Later we kiss and make love for three whole months we are together

I miss the mornings in Cochin when rising early as the moon set between the palms I would smoke cigarettes and drink chai on a rickety balcony above a waking street and listen to the traders

Why I no longer do unrequited love..

She totters on new heels along the Kings Road young slender delicate hair freshly blown expensive apparel the most costly of scents in return for affection she expects only the best.