My first lover
was sun sky colored, clear blue eyes, golden skin...

There is goodness in living
a life like a young river...

Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town...

Passion is felt sharply
in the final moments...

Heavy,
cast solid in sleep...

Between the pages of now
and forever...

On the red couch of passion we recline,
my incomplete lover and I...

Grass,
to flourish, must co...

Hope on the fingertips of branches!
Springing up in paisley-patterned green and gold...

Sometimes I wonder
if I'm nothing more than...

I spotted God the other night
turning a corner in my mind...

Arms flung white and stiff above her head
fingers clutch the shelf...