I am
One rising
Flower

I am
One fragrant
Flower

I am
One offering
Flower (to God)

I am
One falling
Flower

Wet welling from earth  .  .  .
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******,
  .  .  .  I plung into her.


We are lost at sea  .  .  .
In moonless night our soft cries,
Curled waves drowning us.


Above her in bed  .  .  .
Little breaths lifting our bodies,
Eyes, fingers, dreaming.


Her green eyes are set,
Jewels from sargasso seas,
My ghost ship is wrecked.


Her long hair tangles  .  .  .
No struggle in rising— then,
  .  .  .  We are rapt in bed.

one's shadow
is one's best friend
it's constantly there
until the end

it's the best friend
one ever possesses
and of its owner
it never second guesses

so be glad it sticks
so reliably close
one's shadow
one's best leaning post

Hummingbirds share truths .  .  .
Nature sounds with all sweetness,
  .  .  .  Bee in the flower.

As olive or grape  .  .  .
So shed, paired souls are threshed,
  .  .  .  Out of their bodies.

In the park we walk  .  .  .
Flocks of white birds taking flight,
  .  .  .  Two hearts light as air.