Poem 19 (Collection 3)

You are my little secret –
a dark dirty secret I hide
under my pillow every night,
behind my morning smile,
between the crisscross lines on my palm,
amongst the rain-heavy clouds,
in the creases of the moon,
I like it best when
I conceal you
between the pages of my diary.

Poem 16 (Collection 3)

My heart pounded so loud
that I feared it would be heard.
It raced
and pounded
and beat
I awaited you by the door.
Every knock,
every ring of the doorbell
made me jump up from my chair.
You would be here.
And I, from your first smile at me,
will know;
yes, I will know that you missed me.


But you never came, my darling.