love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.