The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

Blossom in Snowfall

Blushing pink petalsProtectively cuddled in blankets ofSoft snowLike a golden retriever’s fur.The vines make veinsAnd secretive crystal cavesWhere no-one can disturb them. Looking on,I forget the piercing teethOf both the cold’s clenching jawsAnd the sun’s scorching tongue. I believeSpring and Winter are loversWhose kiss will forever beSeparatedBy timeBut sometimes their fingertips touchAnd that is enough