white snow fell it should have been veils on my shoulders a snow so white — it is scraping windows and shredding stars erasing streets and stairs i never knew how far we’d walked a snow so white … it should have been veils falling on my shoulders it should...
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 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: 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...
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...
