my prince of blue

because the frail wing trembling in black possessive mud is a voice stranded by words and the night eats words i walk towards it sharpened by desire sometimes it seems human maybe this is the only way for my pillow to keep its gentle spell of dreams because i need a...

tuck away this moon behind my ear

tuck away the moon behind my ear aura of royal blue butterflies migrating south & each word is longer, furtheraway from where you are if i ever forget you i’ll know i’ve gone too far somewhere on the radio is how i feel about you is our summer...

dear stone garden

dear stone garden: you smell of magnolia damiana, sweet orange and rose yesterday he built me a country where he stretched his long shadow and i laid flat where i could sleep (there may be mud on the carpet tonight) i lazy the bed to question my ego i throw love when...

changing woman weaving house

the woods are waiting for me tonight, dear stone fruit: so i run fast over the wild land of returning paths destiny chasing my heels, i enter changing woman weaving house where the otherworld is everywhere weaving the integrity of emeralds, sacred lovers tenderness in...

of hands and marriage

his hands are an old marriage wrinkles of care and i sink into folds of touch is touch, years in the making holding on holding strong but even strength is fragile i hold steadfast under strain but i too need to be held and this is how we loved years of lines...
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