Poem 10

Two fish out of water;

Side-by-side

We twitch

As we fight

For air.

Our wet skins

Begin to dry.

Poem 8

The ways you
Touch me
Reach me
Deeply;
True.

Beyond your eyes
A language
Without baggage
A passage
Ends all lies,

Only honesty,
Only you, only me;
A trinity.
The hole
Made whole.