at last romance
all the time we were together / i secretly despaired / of you ever doing anything romantic
destitution is an equal opportunity recruiter / no longer satisfied with broken men / the ranks swell with women and children
The Cowgirl’s Tale
It’s a good thing I was never much inclined / to girly stuff, ‘cause it would’ve been / my tough luck if I was.
under the weather (or not)
i have lived in tropical heat / caressed every day by breezes / that carry the scent of jasmine and desire
taming the wilderness
how long we stood there / face to face / eyes searching each the other / i know not
touch me / coat your skin / with the sweet honey of desire
atomic number 79
who in times of thirst and hunger of the soul / will be succored by the cold indifference / that lies at the heart of gold?
The Latina’s Tale
The other night I threw a party for some colleagues, / and cooked myself the dishes he had made. / It was a huge success, everyone loved it
The Night Office
I keep late hours because I love the dark. / It masks the cobwebs of the sullen day, / Freeing the mind a voyage to embark / Beyond what c…
The Wise Maiden
*All unexpected in the spring appeared / Baskets of blossoms left at the back door, *
how we love the old
assiduously we worship the old / artifacts / antiques / vintage whatnot
love and roses
i paint a lot of roses and i don’t know why / they’re not even my favorite flower
i like this house / unprepossessing though it is / and as i linger lost in conjecture / my boundaries melt
Summer Nights in the River Valley
I like it when it storms. The counting keeps me / from brooding on all that I’ve lost / and will never have.
one glorious plosion / a flash in the void of eternity / and all that ever was / and ever will be was begun
Inner beauty is a lotus / tethered to the pond that is the soul
A single note vibrating in the night, / A string plucked by a spectral hand unseen
After decades of denial and repeated reinvention / I wonder just how much of me is left.
i have a late date tonight / not with a lover / though i wish that were the case
disorder is the order of the day / the universe expanding ever faster falls away / chaotic as it flies into unstoppable decay
An Interrogatory Of The Heart
No blushing maiden I, yet in your gaze / I feel a girl again, awkward and shy, / Emotion long abandoned now ablaze / In light of what your …
this bird has flown
after some time i lost the will to sing / my voice stilled in despair / music unable to take wing
I still remember waking with the sun, / Eager to breathe the beauty of the day, / Running barefoot through grass kissed with dew
the time is more than out of joint / it’s shattered / fractured into orthogonal fragments
i have stained my lips scarlet just for you / when i slide them up and down your skin / you’ll be inked with passion’s tattoo
they say when one door closes / another opens up / it’s true you know
In Praise of Iris
Beautiful messenger, / born of raindrops sparkling through sun, / they say the gods and goddesses are dead.