Month: January 2018

To a Love

In a time of complexity
we found simplicity
squishing apples in the

the rotten meat splaying
forth a core with
seeds of a new generation
open and athirst

as I walked through
the Garden of Eden where
we did not sin
no, we loved

we loved until bodies ached
ribs busting
hearts jumping to rhythm
yes, we loved

love has a taste
if tender time be taken
salt on skin as touched by dew
bodies laying together

under the moon of
a day’s work done.

Love Thee

Love thee not
yet I love thee so

plucking red rose petals
from the expectant surge

at the floodgates
where the lonesome awaits and

says please

love thee not
yet I love thee so

the lonesome awaits
for an extended hand

a swimmer who fails to grasp
and she sings her song

love thee not
yet I love thee so

release, let go.