It would take a true heartist
to ever
make sweet music
with these broken strings...

soft
love notes
played by players
with unfaithful hands

dirges
drawn forth from lullabies ...

I cry

Enough...

Let not this music be
forever the sound
of tears
f
a
l
l
i
n
g

but lift me once more to my crecesndo
with but your soft caress

that my heart
may once more know love



be my metronome
that I may again beat in time

anew.

Let's exchange our pillows...

to share
in one anothers

dreams.

Take your time
and mine
and from these moments
form one day
one hour
of solitude for us to share...

let nothing here
intrude

break not this gentle silence
with wasteful
words
fill up each pause with tender looks
a lovers touch
a lingering kiss
just take your time
and mine
to enjoy these perfect
moments.

The kidnapper

was a real go get her

they said

Breakfast in bed
is all about
the spread
and

taste

China doll why do you weep
your tears of porcelain
is it because your eyes of glass
reflect your life of pain

You're the air
that fills my lungs
with

every kiss.