Your Hungry Heart

little bird
you flit from
flower to flower
seeking some sweet
sanctuary
for your hungry
heart
little flighty one
perhaps you should
find a tree
instead
and build yourself
a nest
so that in
flightless
slumber
you shall
finally spread
your wings

Stony Heart

he says that love
is like a pie,
finite,
only so much
to share.
never ceasing
in prayer,
he says,
is exhausting.
I will strike
your stony heart
with my staff,
and your love
shall overfloweth.

Bound

bound as I am,
by choice,
not by force,
to you, with
no net to catch
me
when you push
away,
it would be so
much easier,
my love,
if you held me
close

let us be
as soil in the ground
compacted
by the very
footsteps
of time

Lover

make me your lover
my pearl earrings
on your dresser
my scent
left
on the pillow to your
right
where you stroked
my hair
the night before

Hideaway

take me to your
hideaway
tie me up in your
secrets
so that I may never be
free of the
I shall look out
from your hidden
sanctuary
at the setting sun
in peace

Spindled Legs

someday
we shall walk
on spindled legs
no thicker
than the
dusting of snow
upon which
we tread