You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.
ShiverNostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
MaryHe was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.
New SpringI want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair