We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
Category: Photographs
WritingLove (for Ambrosia)
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
KissLanding (for Gavin)
Like almost and
Sort of and
Mostly like all
My others our
First kiss mislanded
Like a parachutist
Flying into trees
My lips fell
Off target half
Lips half cheek
Embarrassed asking for
Another I climbed
Into my plane
Of nerves and
Jumped again this
Time landing squarely
On those full
Succulent soft lips
