(Topless Love)
Love is an avocado,
Fat, Ripe, Sweet;
We cut it apart and
Scoop out half.
(We leave half to grow
Soft and black).
True Love is a tree
Full of fat avocados in season
Never expecting to empty.
(We can make each other empty).
My heart in the Winter
Is a Cadillac in the rain
Waiting for a rider.

(Bottomless Love)
Fire flames a path out of your words
Through my window,
Through my eyes, my weeks, my music;
You shoot me in the imagination.
Where is my only friend
Now, when I’m burning alive?