Two glasses sit, witnessing our conversation on the couch. a box of leftovers for tomorrow never makes it to the frig. a packed gym bag smelling like your perfume and my hopes stays under my bed. a river crossing a huge desert carries my memories and your hopes last night. why did it have to…
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Love (III)
Love bade my name lost in the forest black with lantern forward lit. Lo, I formed you in love from the watery track. Come out of this desolate pit. I am not here to bleed or fight, but wish to restore your sight. I abandoned my God given toil seeking my Eve on earth. I…
Love (II)
Love spoke of traditions from men of old, words lost in the world’s weeds. That which I had, merely fools gold, heroes, nothing, without deeds. But doubts crept up with tongue and fang, the last of her songs sang. So I bade Love welcome and she came, still with cheer and tenderness. Eve. Sit and…
Coyote
I relied on her. My world is destroyed. the light of my life is gone. my heart waiting to cry out like a lonely coyote
Love (I)
I bade Love welcome as awe of her eyes rendered my poor own blind. Her Grace greater than stars of blackest skies, enraptured my torn mind. Love did speak to me in the sweetest word, In you has God been heard? My tongue turned dumb from her great truth. Love struck and quivering, I follow…
Idahome to the Dome 