i write his name on the inside of my dress until i forget my own tongue no symbol, no animal omen his name is my whole body red ribbons are too quick and tight to be undone wild roses too will surrender their frail bodies to the poseidon waters stars turned in and...
Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
ours is tonightsoir with full beliefi’ll light the candle if you tell mehow it looks from the other side, if the rainsounds like silver beads on the hardwood floorsbefore the winds spoke the curtains into secrets it was destinythat august humid night when i...
love was once like the blue foxwho ate the stars to curl into a little balland enchant us no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesymy destiny across your skin when you hear the thunders you remember meand think i was the storm toothen, nowmy heart is on fire the day...
open dooropen dooropen door little wildrosei’ll bring youthe water i felt your heartcalling meas i called you i’ll bring youa necklace of sea shellssome pebbles and sand & a hawk’s featherno matter how thin and how tremblingi dream you i’ll...
