I ache with his silence,
feeling...

There are certain poems
that need to be written...

I've died many times
within poetry...

Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...

We've been blessed,
You and I...

Do I wish to bare the bark
of poison, for a public army...

Lips curled, nestled
softly around a burning...

I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...

He baits his thoughts
Upon a hook of deep words...

Drenched -
Perfumed blankets waft...

People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...

Sipping on lemonade
within a springtime mist...