The Final Say

I have a purple rose for you-- I'm am enchanted always Walking along highways I stopped for strangers too. And here's my heart. I'm faithful My wounds are bleeding fresh. Roses? No, thorns in my flesh. I've never been too careful. See

Sonnet of Belonging

I feel you as a wall behind my bones In quiet moments, lone or hemmed about; Steady, silent, used to hold your own-- A penetration into rooms of doubt. Yours the reassuring breath behind; I belong to you. I am content To travel highways from my heart and mind, And

Fully Discontent

Fully discontent again With selfish drives and goals, That though I want to really love Have pushed you all down holes And into shells like turtles, Whence lately I emerged. This freedom frightenend all of you. Perhaps, for once, I'm purged Of all desire to use a soul

Sonnet to Plead

If when I'm old you look at me with love, And call my silver hair your heart's delight, With winsome smile I'll welcome you tonight And know your reassurance is enough. How can I give my heart away like so If there exists a

Sonnet to Respond

Fear of me has made you run away To deeper valleys here within your soul. You are afraid of breaking what is whole. Don't hide, my love; I see you plain as day. There's less and more of me than once you knew; But here'