Poetry

The Pregnant Unknown trails softly behind us: Love's secret voice whispering, even begging us to surrender hesitancy, that precarious net new lovers hold while wading barefoot in shallow waters... ...this tide gently pulls us further, Love offers us the gift of...

suspended crystals, defining and uprooting our hearts, we are endless raindrops tracing fractals from the inside, absorbing the divine scent with our every move hoping the next incorporeal body of Love will shapeshift our being, making us a mystery unto ourselves once...

The serpent has made its way up my spine and is looking for his tail behind the hissing in your shadows while I am open arms, surrendering at the cross point of all the edges inside myself, breathing into my body the subtle glances you graciously and shyly offer me...

I was fighting a battle not even God could conquer when I heard a whisper: "No more fighting"... I dropped my sword and found myself suddenly staring at a kiss print in a mirror, Hallelujah! All the blood I've shed from self-inflicted wounds came rushing back and...

An Angel pulled me out of my body tonight, so I could see God. As quickly as my eyes were filled with light, she plummeted me back into my chest so I could feel God. And in a flash of heartache I knew myself. I knew you. If my lungs weren't filled with feathers I'd...

Angels are circling around me like vultures waiting for the end, and I'm lying here smiling up at these messengers of Love because neither of us can make the first move.

Centerless center spinning tops inside Russian dolls, revealing your romance every time I say goodbye to the doves and crows who nest in my bedroom.

This path to God is a waltz moving to the beat of a wisdom-laced heart, and while I circle about you, the bartenders in this tavern keep pouring wine over my head. Now and then when I'm not distracted by the beautiful women singing love songs, I catch a drop on my...

I gave you my body and my dreams, and all the empires I've created and destroyed, I've sacrificed heart, throat, and crown and now I stand before you naked as the sky at dawn. I am, but I do not know my name. I am called whatever the birds sing on quiet mornings, the...