Four Feet One Bed

4feet1bed4feet1bed   “True love belongs to the truly mad,” David once said. And instead of a pause or a period he ended the sentence with a soft and pleasant pout upon my wanting head. After that, it always felt warm, my heart that is. I used to watch him from the silver rusted mirror in my boudoir; eyes shut, like a babe…

The Wilderness

Quiet, its weathered lids, canopy above
your quick-flirting eyes,
And you,

You cannot woo it,
even should you want to.
For it is the wild that drowns unmerciful structures;
It doe not speak through electrical wires
Nor does deal in self-devouring gold.

The Chandelier

High above the rafters is where we all doth perch

Cloud high with laughter our feet dear touch the earth.

All to: THE END.

I did not know from whence I came, only that I had come

I was born in the middle of this funny feeling

And I did not seek to escape it.