how light the raindrops contents are

how gently the earth touches us, 

they seem to prefer us to linger in this

moss green seascape draped in velvet….

Heidegger must be right, that being truly exists 

and nothingness? that will be left for poets 

to intuit. i only know that the moment you try 

embrace me, we are smeared by the stars. 

luminous milky sky and summer winds on the 

eleventh floor. you alone know what my face

hides, a face i didn’t know could be beautiful.