rose petals, sifting
through speechless fingers,
clenched hands,
exhaling in foreign languages
innocent sand falling, covering
hopeful beaches,
innocent eyes of strangers, simplicity
in a gaze
fingers, hands, sand, eyes…
we are roses of the world
seducing each other with promises
while casting uncertainty…
orphans, struggling to translate
these fires blazing within our exquisite hearts
1980
NYC