Proud island
in the stream of my consciousness
you resist
the current situation
of my agitated,
elevated tides
refusing to be diminished
by my constant desire
to devour...
you remain.
I may rage at the
seeming indifference,
or move on downstream,
or surround you
with sweet waters of repose.
Either way, I come...I go...
and you remain.
he gulped
wine
fine
with its dry
indifference
to his loss
Floribunda
Loves me, loves me not
tension that destroys daisies
in resolution
each touch
shapes the
stone