"I can hear the sound of color, 
it drips and leaps upon a branch.
I can taste the sound of color,
rough bark against my lips.
I can smell the sound of color,
a shy perfume of browns and grays.
I am awash with color
as we walk down the road together."


"When shadows break past midnight,
I know the moon is full
and all the dark across the lawn
lies down at my feet."