SWEET SORROW
Linger in the doorway,
Negligee in disarray,
You
Against the door frame
Sweeping eyes at
Me
Lips on lips,
Sorrow parts
Us
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Bottles
BOTTLES
Why shape them so?
What is it fills them?
Who is she fills them?
Has she a lover?
Does he inspire?
Does she have his faithfulness?
Is it for him she fills the bottles?
Is it for him she fills them full?
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What’s New?
WHAT’S NEW?
Mornings each new dawn
Rising up
Like
Spent lightning.
Resolve
Forsaking distinction
Comes the sunset
And another sunrise.
.
Rolling Hills
ROLLING HILLS
Oh yea I see those rolling hills
Pickets white and crossbeams gold
In fields I lay in dreams of you
Whilst summer breeze blows over me.
Oh yea I see those rolling hills
and ponds and creeks and daffodils.
White rabbit spurs the cattle’s cry,
in fright they scurry after night.
Outdoor grill my meals and cook
my coffee in the sun or in the rain
and drink from tin cups cleansed
in stream flows through the place.
Oh yea be there rolling hills
not in my dreams but in the now
when comes the morn I wake in scent
of meadow grasses lime and gold.
Oh yea come get me rolling hills
now, not later in my years whilst
still I live and breathe His gifts,
fulfill me now and breathe fresh life.
Oh yea you rolling hills
I beg you find me while my lust
yet rages, burns within me, will not quiet ‘til
the day your hilltop hammock sways me free.