These are twelve rose buds
in the bouquet
I give to you.
...
In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
...
First thing I say each night
is
I am my own Lover;
my own best friend.
...
She will not be looking at you when the food arrives
She will not be looking at you in the midst of children
...
In life we are the promises we make
'til death due us part; '
we are the vows we take
in ceremonies grave
...
Never was a larger word
than Hope;
all dreams reside there;
...
They found him at the end of his Rainbow;
face down.
...
Whatever you call them
breasts or twins
they precede us
and divert looks
...
Her temper
flares like fire
singeing tulip bulbs;
...