As if I were a gentle lady Captured by pirates of...
Of life You have given us the roots We need to...
And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
Your time will come, sweet thing So just ride it on...
Hearts grow fond of Each other’s company. It’s a wonder our...
Orange fingernails And Spanish legends Of human tails Lawless as we...
In the wake of angels I lie in wait My leopard...
He left me Twelve red roses I’m pretending it was you....