A glutton; I feast on “Meating” of Rebel Lions Or chewing...
I have faced the questions of why and not to publish...
Smell my hands Inhale my growing fingers Grasping your strong arm...
Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
Coming for you Lining you up In organized patterns Rubber bands...
So simple Avoiding confrontation As if it were some kind of...
I left the queen fleeing From your table She wept as...
My body is a jungle Of comings and goings And when...
I tried to write a poem about the rain But it...
Irish dancing tunes Surround my bed, My house, my head We...