375.

The melancholy
haze of dusty twilight holds
me in its beauty.

374.

You seek passion where
it has never existed.
This ride wearies me.

373.

Grass and flowers bend
and sway under the wind's hand,
culling surrender.

372.

I want to hold your
fragile heart, just to see how
many ways it breaks.

371.

She reaches out to
me, oh so tentatively.
Am I so scary?

370.

You dress me full of
all your wishes, but when do
I get a choice too?

369.

Woman, internal
masochist, seeking some change:
diagnosis, please?