Poems
Too cunning a witch, I am, a hitch in the weaving…
Lick it, you said feast on the bitter seed…
His tongue makes the wet signs that mark me as his…
Soaked in love’s night scent, I am the layered air in which you live…
I think it might be you Strumming your gravelly tune…
I would promise to love him as if he would always be here…
If you are longing, stop…
Look how She sees you with the eyes of Her heart…
He shadows me and becomes my shadow falling…
Prayer to Unbind the Words of the Past
I will lay myself to sleep without a word, without a pen, without a book…
She came again to take the dark in hand…
My poor boy, my sweet honey man…
This is that moment made of love but made treacherously…
We have wandered away, July and I…
And you will watch me - waiting at the edges of myself…