player haiku
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
do you see me through the smoke and mirrors of your projected mind? do i see you? is there a me to see or am i just a fractal of a greater reality? when you say you love me do you mean me or a fragment from your former reality? is there a love beyond…
while we were talking
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
once, you were a sometimes painful but often happy memory a short run with a rich narrative now, you are a cruel joke in your contention you make a fantastic punchline
news travels fast these days (too fast) we hear of a tragedy within minutes of the happening powerlessness sets in and outrage (and deep sadness) let this news travel fast then: i awakened moments ago in a dark room my babies are safe in their bed the night sky is clear and the birch tree…
A Blessing: May the fruits of summer…