To the East
I travel to you
In my heart
White birch against steel sky
An errant eyebrow
Afire with sunlight
And a sparrow flying
from my throat
Feathers surrendering
To a meandering stream
Or caught-
in thorns
Pungent sage
and Marlboros
As the hills stretch out
Engulfing and
–becoming abysmally wide
And deep
I wonder how many women have written or thought, “I am not a side dish, an appetizer, or dessert. I am an entree.” I am not a glass of wine to savor after a night out with your boys. I am not a piece of cake to eat while your wife is sleeping in your…
gargoyles at the doors protecting and defending vulnerable hearts I have been examining my relationship to vulnerability lately and challenging myself to be more open and less guarded in my relationships. It can be hard when one is sensitive to be open. Mine is such a tender heart at times! As painful as the hurt…
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
