Miss King is fat
with flesh, flesh...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Early days
seized chaos...
You are
Winter...
These nights, love comes easily.
The air is honey-thick and steeped with Spring...
You awaken me
even when the weather...
Mistress of the Moon
and there she is...
I've waited years for her
in forgotten stations, amidst...
Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...
Winifred Montague
what a delicious darling she is...
Because I owe it to myself,
I will be a better woman...