God I hate it when I just fall in love
I fear I shall be so vulnerable
in a world gone mad
in a world where even the butterflies
need human love to survive
blossoming inside
this beauty I see in them
hiding within
Yearly Archives:
2018
Perhaps You Can Tell Me
I. Perhaps you can tell me should you know Is this what it is to listen to one’s soul To become still enough quiet enough inside like one brittle January…
How do you like to make love?
Oh my soul How I do love you Yet at times too it seems I am such a novice Learning yet how to even court How to hold you close…
Sometimes I can find no respect for myself
Sometimes I can find no respect for myself It is true Though once shameful to admit given how devoted I can be to cultivating it from others now I am…
Where Trees Kiss Their Shadows
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
A World Worth Waking Up In
Is it not in fact the womb of Earth’s ancient and primeval salty oceans that are the birthplace of our own blood and tears of joy or of grief through…
If we can but be large enough of heart and mind for a time
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…