And if you begin to speak to me
of what desire is like on the opposing
plane, of what extreme punishments
or pleasures await even the least of us

I would dissuade you,
I would kiss your cheek and lead you here
to this room, to this chair, this desk
and this window's suddenly luminescent view.

we've had one week of perfection

there is something surreal about standing alone on the pavement watching the taxi make a U-turn, gather speed, and eventually disappear around the bend. it was 4am. for the first time i noticed that the street lamps hung from a wire, the strong wind made the pools of light dance in circles, the leaves joined them in this display. i could feel the storm brewing. not one car drove past. i stood there, part of the wind and the rustling trees, for the longest time- waiting for what, i dont know. it seemed likely that an adventure might chance my way or maybe i was simply waiting for the storm to claim me.