Rain For The Wicked

I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”

What Then

What then is this love,so different from any I ever feltSo different than any that my heart kissed. What then is this emotion that draws tears,Has me walking on air,Kissing the moon,lighting with the stars. What then is this feeling that-Compulses me to sniff your neckAnd drown in your sweat. What then is this love,thatContinue reading “What Then”