Wednesday, November 06, 2013


The fire in your bones
they licked my skin and now besmitten
I've fallen for you, like one falls
or drops and rolls, in a field of sun
and wildflowers with grins all
over our faces. Close to you,
the blood of your hair plays wind
songs, near to me. On beaches
night waves join the new
confessions, and tired reaches
break on the warmth of warmth
of a long last sigh and knuckle-white
hands held. Let go, forbid us, while
honeysuckle climb arm and kiss
me, beside a thorn and cross.
A fierceness, within you--
within me, like wind traces
through our scars and weaves
an old story--leaves of hope
on a tree of care--and, I, heart, thee.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
-Louis Bogan

“By daily dying, I have come to be."
-Theodore Roethke