Songs of Solo(wo)man.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

for your love is sweeter than wine

I think of you all the time.

When will that bloom, of yours and mine

unfold itself?

Like soft green leaves, from harsh dark trees

or a pretty butterfly, from a strange chrysalis.

Will you hold me then with arms tender, and true?


like the lines of a dog eared sonnet

I’ll bring myself to you.

Blooming in hope filled smiles,
with timid giggles,
veiled at times by the past.

A soft heart tucked under thick skin, 

pegged in rich and, I’m sorry,

but sometimes bloody soil.

May all my barbs recoil.

As broken glass washes to the shore

a little smoother than before

“Arise my darling,”

for I have found the on
my soul adores.


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