“Gaze for Gaze: / In your soul beats my heart, / and I can’t hear her no more lest you in me.”

“the way my heart, having known / you, will continue to echo cavernously / even after your love is chiseled out / from the other crevices of me: / my mind, my soul, my fingernails, etc.”

“stretch marks sing survival / surrender written in scars / search this sacred skin”

“Love returned to me in a new form— / Not his lips, not his promises, / but the quiet communion of me with myself— / A love that was both tender and fierce; / both sensual and sacred— / A holy sensuality that asked nothing of me but truth.”