In This Room
Night
time is

as hollow
as an egg

caught in
the shadow

of your thigh.
Stained Glass
Stones grow.

Each step
windows sprout blue.
Nature
Two birds
watch me

peel a
cucumber

green.
This Time
for Rachel

Your hair
is a shadow

of the sea’s
breath.

A pause
without

hands or
mouth.
Animal
for Rachel

Her eyes like
a small back

pocket filled
with love.