Every day, every touch I clean and clean once more. From a simple spray to a full wash, I must stop this silent war. Step by step, follow the rules, 20 seconds or happy songs. I rinse and scrub my hands ’till done And now it isn’t so long. Time after time...
The mask is my shield, It’s a part of me. It clogs me up, And leaves my eyes to see. I despise wearing it, Although it’s a need. I must move on, Even if I want to recede. It is my protection, It helps me greatly I’m still thankful This is the way...
My Life has never been ‘the same’ – Because of you we met My love, my marvelous, my friend. You who came into my life Untamed, undressed and unafraid, Gathering the stars… You inspired light-up in my heart Movement in my limbs, Stillness of my soul. My Life has...
“I am weak, I am weary, I am worn” Traditional hymn Orange full moon stallsBack to the eastern horizon it fallsIn retrograde motionA dancing notion The western hill eats the moonThe eastern mountains greet the sunThank the good LordRetrograde motion has...
A celestial moon calls meTo an opening.A cauldronOf sea-sand and foam.Another riverUnder mild duress, but willing.From your legs of cypressA water baby,Born with kitchen wisdom. Will the water thatCarried us hereClaim us back againAs fish?Perhaps. Relationships ebb...
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