Sun in the morning
Heralds night
Elsewhere

D  eliver

E  ach

S  oul

T  hrough

I  nevitable

N  atural

Y  earning

It’s plain and chaotic
And unique and divine
The beam of her caring
In every tender glance

I hide in the light.
     You look for me in the dark.
     We will never meet.

fog nettle
for early bees leap
on stolen primrose

..
Rust makes weak old parts
until they crack in caustic riot.
Then slow we slough
through finite term
searching for some quiet.
Then settle in a nice safe box
to wait this whole thing out
A smile for every grateful year
prostrate to our diet.

My skin
Once soft suppleness of youth
Now faded with callus.
Your mind
First to please, eager to prove
Grown jaded with malice.
Your hand
Soft softly stroking there
Hangs idle by your side.
And I shall not submit review  
Else would it gut my pride.