Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry