"idée reçue"

while the jocund moon

sails in the october skies,

my heart engulfs

in the wilderness,

alludes your touch..

a reluctant dream

swims in my irises,

and a long day

outspeaks its arrival..

"Must it be?"-

suspects the contrapuntist.

my palsied heart quivers.

the window of my heart
opens to the dreams
drizzling from
your eyes. .

and poetry, dulcet,
of yours
has begun to dwell
on my lips

a crossover closes in to depart

the night chugs slowly nigh our memories

he sneezes passing by my city