I radiate from myself.
You open like a wave and consume me.
After eating
...
I.
It is winter and the nights are cold
and the sound of the wind
...
We were like
children in the garden of Eden...
love without limits
...
And the serpent went to Eve
and asked of the creatures:
How shall I call them?
To God, they answer
...
The work is as endless as there are people;
suffering is as cyclical as the sky.
But how can we spend our lives stretching our hope thin
upon the success and well being of others?
...
Her lips part and open to a white arctic sea
a baby seal gutted and bleeding all joy and desire.
Everything given to this world
...