Blue Skies

the haze and white sun
make for multicolored air
I dream for blue skies

The Sting of Hornets

I have never left
the shores of Archeron through
all these years in space

Absorbed

Her beauty draws men
into her bed, where they stay
for eternity

Exposed

In the desert, her
exoskeleton weakened
from the frozen wind

Love in the Time of Space Travel

blackness and the void
how can I find her, moving?
a speck against stars

I close my eyes and
I think I can feel her through
the vacuum of space.