Pregnant with wheat
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
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Ice cream
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
My lady, my tea
Your name is the secret slowly distilled from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. Anointed […]
Riding the tempest
Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships and even beyond the horizon lies […]
Sonnet for a secret name
Your name is a secret slowly distilled from hilltops and shadows of clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. […]
