361.

Always seeking some
promise, impossible though
its believing is.

360.

This is the weight sewn
into a hem, dragging one
toward a heart's death.

359.

I want your eyes to
be charcoals, burning with need
each time you see me.

358.

I envy the sun,
shielded from other's presence
on punishment death.

357.

They all fear leaving,
while for me, the tragedy
is in their staying.

356.

The days of blue skies
theater welcomes me with
its fragile embrace.

355.

If only more males
would bother being fathers,
not playing at men.