YearningA beautiful blaze -colors dancing,everything falling gently -hyacinth, iris joining in knolls.Leaves make music,noise of pink, purple.Quiet rush rambling,softly tumblingunder vines.Warm world yearning...
ChangeProgress -a simple actthe art of moving onsuddenly snatched away againRegressFallingalways alonewithout a friend or netsuddenly lifted to the skyRisingFlyingWind born poetnestled into the cloudswords the only safe place you knowLandingMovingtrick of the lighthurtling into the sunan impossible positionStoppingLivingonly an actyou are on a trapezerelentless fall of acrobatsDying
KitesI watch your kite disappearing -slowly slipping through your fingerslike a defiant act of love.The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -sweet Adonis to a maid,shivering on your cool, wet skin.I said that I could set you freebut you never would believe me.
Snow QueenShall I find thee all in ice ensnared,the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,trapped in a wet and wintry grave -the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?They brought you here, their souls enslaved.The altar where your minions prayed -a brilliant diadem of ice,the offering that your cold heart craved.They linger here whilst you enticetheir frozen limbs as sacrifice.Their wizened hands by you declaredthe chosen few who paid your price
LarksHow soft the lark sings,harbinger of spring,he flies.Cold winds try to cling,suffocate his wingswith sighs.Early April bringswarmer murmurings.Winter, still it stings -through the trees, the ringstell liesin smokey mornings.And in day's dawninghe cries -harbinger of spring,how soft the lark sings.
CrocusSmiling indigoa crocus breaks the surfaceshadow on the snow.
LanternsThe neighbors scattered crumbs across the yard,lighting lanterns where the hawthorne blazed,gathering honey comb from the beehives -the restless weight of summer in their aprons.Lighting lanterns where the hawthorne blazed,we watched them wander down the mountain - the restless weight of summer in their aprons,bruising stones with their thin paper shoes.We watched them wander down the mountain;the neighbors scattered crumbs across the yard,bruising stones with their thin paper shoes,gathering honey comb from the beehives.
Friend or FoeShall I consider thee a friend or foe - you wear the suit of bothI can't decipher your disguise - each time you turn another wayIt seems your heart knows many faces - so I will keep my distance
BawdyThere once was a fair dominatrixwho flatly refused to wear latexthe wearing of leathergave her much pleasure(not to mention her strange rubber complex)There was an old stripper named Lilwho once showed remarkable skillher breasts once so roundnow dragged on the groundPoor Lil was quite over the hill!There once was a man called de Sadewhose behavior was terribly badwith bull whips he'd satehis bestial tastesmy God, what a horrible cad!