Waking up without you is as impossible as waking up with you is too, since waking seems most irresponsible to all of the love we’ve…
You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes: And because love battles, I’d saddle you. And because love straddles steel horses so soon, there is only…
I have been reading atrology, again Venus is in the seventh house and visiting my sixth and fifth lovers, again beckoning upwards as my arrow remains…
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet, soft, sweetly spell out the words you spilt…
She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the shore, also naked, picking blueberries. She calls. He…