forgive me my ways my stillness my silence there is an unwinding of the tendrils, vine windy at dawn making the small noises rubywoman who knows things 

It is getting close    Too close to FebruaryA month that wants to knock the hell out of meSee my face swell up, my jaw rearrangedI will be able to view the world with…

i once was somebodies prettywore neroi and rose absolute.season of pearls and cashmere,cinnamon in the brandy crumbling under his touch,fingers between my legs I quiveredwanted moresweeter than honey spun baklava    i believedthe sun…

Dear You, The seasons sometimes seem too long because I am unable to touch you. This fog and coolness come in and create a forced examination and deconstruction of night. There is excess in…

I am sure I was too drunk To notice How wonderful you were I sat humming Or drumming In between the bell pattern and rattle’s 6×2-rhythm Somebody skin me And excuse me While I…

She said: falcons, rain, these scrub lands. today the sky says rememberHe said : I want your sighs and moans to silence the wild creatured 

come into me,  devour me until we are one again, sand, sea.   I have known, know you still as a tyrant wind,  I have seen you tear through the dead pine and summer fog…