.Teach my mind to weavethrough your name, my fingers your frame, 'till dusk settles.
Bill's spleenBills spleenI hold my face in two hands.Yes, Im crying.I hold my ugly face in two handsto keep my eyes closed.Two hands protecting,two hands preventing,two hands soothingmy soul from leaving me in anger.I hold my face in two hands,just in your two hands.
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1winter crescent moonacross my breasts—he calls me wisteria2clouds under the moon—his touchyielding winter pears3open-air marketselecting ripe persimmons—warm scent of last night4green shoots forcedfrom the gardener's manure—we linger, moon watching5in bathrobeson a moonlit garden pathtoo cold out to be tempted6 our astrological elementsmy air to his fire—a position forevery phase of the moon7tangent moon—the sounds he makesa night creature's song8after, my streaming hairand moonlightfor his head to rest upon9outstretched limbs,the low-slung moonalso in repose10moon tides penetrate—he's still with meat dawn's first light
.I'm learning to lovemyself the way I have lovedyou: with all my heart.
a touch of lovehis fingers exploreheart beating in a rush rushnerve endings gone wildevery time he touches me
The Feeling Of LoveLove is something everyone will feelWhether you want to or not.Although it may not be ideal,It is something we will feel a lot.Sometimes people find love confusing or painful,Something you'd want to avoid.Other people find the feeling disdainfulAnd something to be completely destroyed.But to most people, love is a wondrous feelingThat should be rejoiced and found delightful,For it can help people with healingThough sometimes it can be frightful.Love is wonderful, and at the same time scarySo throw yourself into love but also be wary.
Please add more wood to this fireI've come to grow warmthto bring a smile to you alllater it became more apparentthat this light is still too dimI leave you with a simple kiss