Spring comes in the form of little
ugly pretty things...

Before the gathering of dust and time,
catches...

I. Summer
I figure near the equator...

I danced beneath the stars with you-
a closeness I should never have allowed...

Heavy,
cast solid in sleep...

Passion is felt sharply
in the final moments...

Goldilocks
Had hair like a DaVinci angel...

As steeliness sinks deeper into fog,
the brine and brush of grey enfolding grey...

Grass,
to flourish, must co...

My first lover
was sun sky colored, clear blue eyes, golden skin...

My body is made
not to dance, not to run, not to...

Twilight folds its apron, and
tucks away patches of sun...