Secret Stares

why do these secret stares
make my heart race?
amidst people, eyes, hand movements, conversations and laughter...
Like a bluetooth
which transfers all that the eyes speak
to the soul
your secret stares do it all

A strange thing called Love

what kind of love is this?
sometimes a friend,
sometimes a lover,
sometimes even as a mother, a sister, a brother, a father,
sometimes even your mirror, your bed, your cupboard
your keys
and even your dirty linen shirt
what kind of love is this?
where there is no kind at all....
all encompassing...
into a strange thing called Love

Million Dollar Smile

Sometimes you see smiles
the ones that say something,
the ones that tell you a story,
and you are that smile...
that beholds
and then gives something away,
with that non existent top lip of yours
that hides a million secrets
in its corners
and when they stretch to smile
you want to stare at it for eons
like you do at a starry night...