grey days are preferable
and enjoyable,
undeniably so. quiet cedar-
scented afternoons
lull with false promise
and void of you.

all screens flicker with world’s end –
hot pop pink, stop!
shop don’t drop ought
to be their motto.

you, on the other hand,
are perfection in a body
sloping simply toward mine
fine smooth
mauve pebbles like river
inlets trickling cool and
steady.

trembling heart-strings beat
and just keep beating bold
even when apart.

absence abounds –
swoosh, come, go, passing
cars and trams on streets below
oblivious.