intimacy 4 poems

intimacy 4 poems



an intimate second

you are a moment
     with me:
      an intimate second
          when nothing exists
     but you

              and I



concrete

beneath your feet
     steel flowed over concrete
        in orange menstrual
          stains
           time eroding as you
       walk away



smoke

from a distance
     I see the wind toss
       your hair
              like smoke
          from dying ember



wave

I wave
     but you aren't looking
       my hands

                 already forgotten