Your words spread soft against my skin like butter. slow and languid like honey. my tongue made thick like many glasses of wine. I ache to curl against your flesh, and let you take refuge between my softest places. I opened like a fresh shell, held in hunger within a sailors palm. . I told … More Feast Of Silence
I throw back the shroud of tapestries Thick stitched with barbarous thread, hanging heavy like the echo of your words. Almond shaped blue green orbs squint, As the quick slant of light c o l l i d e shifting my sleepy thoughts back into places meant for the living. I am like spring,uncurling from … More Curve
Periods of tranquility are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up. -George Santayana I feel as if I have been gathered by the wind, cradled and uplifted. A new bird from the nest. My eyes wide as I feel compelled to flutter my feathers against the currents. Where will it take … More Gathered By The Wind
INTO THIS DEEP 