Blame it on me
if it will bring you peace.
I’m an old tree:
I sway in the breeze,
but I’ve been scorched
by fire and the wars of men
and I’ve rooted day by day. Continue reading →
Bring it in, bring it in.
I’m not here to sin
but to kiss your mind –
your alive as the Amazon,
pouring out poetry
like feathers over Angel Falls,
humble through it all
mind. Continue reading →
To hold you in my arms
once in a hundred years,
to feel your warmth and breath,
your frailty and strength, your breast
rising and falling against mine… Continue reading →