I had me once a good woman;
A fairy without flight.
Her eyes could break the sun
and her hair could hold the light.... more »
It wouldn’t be a lie to call your eyes a brighter blue.
If I said your smile put mine to shame, it would not be untrue.
But in my hands – be they rough where yours are smooth –
There is a hand that clings to me instead of you.... more »
She’ll give you time, but not forever.
She can wait, she’s patient.
She is quiet and complacent,
But still, you must not forget her.... more »
The heart and the hearth aren’t separate.
She’s an old woman and her old chair.
Both a fragile finger and a gleaming ring
Weave a cruel comb through her silver hair.... more »
Run your hands up my leg
Ignore my frantic “no”.
Don’t listen to me sobbing.
Just feel the heavy throbbing... more »