In the Fresh
In the fresh afternoon I wish it could all begin rather than this straggle To the wounded end I’d go back To the start of the kisses To the first firelight And I’d… Continue reading
In the fresh afternoon I wish it could all begin rather than this straggle To the wounded end I’d go back To the start of the kisses To the first firelight And I’d… Continue reading
One more kiss before I go Out of the body into dreams’ glow Place it on my sleepy heart In the pulse that I depart To float the languid, soothing place Lit by… Continue reading
I wrote a poem And then I don’t believe I cried O this is not a good way To begin a cloudy day I will look for distraction Some hard labor to do… Continue reading