Leave your love here
In the fold of my floral skirt
The lap
Where your head once rest.
Leave your heart there
In the cradle of my palm
That holds the wreckage of my own.
Leave your soul
Near,
As you leave me cold.

Dare i call you love?
you
who fills my heart with morning dew
and holds me tight,
my guard
against the edge of
darkness.
You are my spirit,
my evening dove.
who illuminates the night
and whose wings,
envelop me,
like a springing bud.