Though this fog of oblivion
had failed to prevent my sight.
Still, for miles on miles my outstretched arms
had longed to grace the touch
of a lingering fairytale.
And every superficial sign we stumbled upon
arrowed in the way of a long awaited dream,
for me to find it was just I
on a one-way street...

-2006

Soft-white rose petals reflected on
this sun-abandoned skin,
hidden beneath satin laces; expanding
through a cream ballet shoe.
Delicate movements of her feet reaching
the foul of the subway floor,
and no one can watch her but I.
A beauty with sun rays shinning upon,
through these windows owned by self-conscious doors,
and the sight of a purified spectacle carved my mind,
blinding me with paintings of her,
and only her.
Only her.

-2006