Yes, I’m ready,
but only if you love me.
I meant everything I said.
I saw you volunteering
at the Food Not Bombs stand
and beckoning with your hand.
I wasn’t avoiding you. Continue reading →
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 →