Come Closer To Me
Come closer to me, dearest love,
To secret homes where we belong
Let my embrace be all your world
Our whispers its most perfect song
Cancer blooms in the corporeal garden
Slow, dreamlike, insistent
Not advertising its next appearance
Choosing at will among the garden’s delights.
What lies beyond love
Seems to be an unknown country
An unprotected landscape through which run wild
All hearts unguarded
Our poem is a distillation
wrung from common and raw elements
unhusked grains of experience
A Song Of Her Garden
She builds her pleasant garden
Where the winds are not so strong
The sun sometimes relenting
Becomes her companion
It was 16 degrees below freezing today.
The sky was blue, bright and vast.