My skin is cold
Water runs over it,
Metallic and hot,
Like being bathed in blood
Drunk the night before.
Lavender soap smell,
Lost lady's perfume, lavender
Aid to eternal sleep.

Short Poems for a Busy Time

Look up at the Moon
Contemplate all your desires
And selfish yearnings.

This time slipped away
From your fingers, tightly grasped
Life stolen again.

Awake and asleep,
This is the house at midnight,
A student within.

Seven times seventy
The amount of forgiveness
The heart must receive.