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...

sweet child of mine

sweet child of mine, i know you worry but look around twilight shadows have fallen tucking in the earth and the night is busy too as she wraps stars into the hair of the goddess moon who is preparing to dance in lushness with princes from distant lands so lay your...

november falls

november falls and like deep magick,it smells of cold amber, cold enoughto hold us to absolute honestyi walk sharpened by desire to followred hawk and wolf for half a moonalong the tender edges, where something else begins sometimes trees grow far too wide to hide...

to be seen

it is vulnerable to be seen especially when trembling i say to the lamppost as it sees me be seen and the distance as if in a dream opens – you are there you watch me watching you watch it is the possibility of dreams that gives my heart no rest and sometimes i...
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