Because of everything that you are
and everything that you stand for...

We too, are literate,
We pose our-self by candlelight...

Am I not the one you know,
The voice that heralds your worth...

Showered sacrament,
By the grace of His hand...

It snowed once last fall,
Snowbound, and I wrapped in my clad shawl...

Sequestered beneath the vortex is my mind
The mass of emotion, the knowing of you...

I and this lover embrace our clad cage,
We rehearse a tragic symphony of love...

And we shall not rave to the infidels,
Let us become calm as they diverge...

In the twilight of tranquility,
You may hear his tune...

"Laboring Love"
The melon hath ripened...

Suddenly I am submerged in the depth you,
my shallow forethoughts of companionship...

Ode to my little man,
Your smile is epic...