Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.