Yum

This woman, dyed blonde
wears nothing but pink and white
every single day
Strawberry and vanilla
ice cream, memories of childhood

Morning

I walk eastward, then
south, to the subway station
an April sunrise
behind the trees of the park
and swallows, despite the cold

Today

Your green scarf is gone
Back in your closet, for now
I guess spring is here
You are the garden I watch
to keep track of the seasons

Break

Take everything off
Now this day is behind me
It's good to be home
In the safety of our place
I can be myself again

Our future

I'm ready for this
the night and the snow outside
erased by your warmth
A mess of short-lived details
telling me something has changed

Station

The sun warms my face
I have to keep my eyes closed
It doesn't matter
There is nothing to see here
that I haven't seen before

Tattoo

The needle whispers ;
your eyebrows are two shadows
frowning at the pain
Tiny black drops gathering -
do you find them beautiful?