.Teach my mind to weavethrough your name, my fingers your frame, 'till dusk settles.
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:She soars above clouds,Beloved, wild, unrestrained.Ended by envy.- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
presages de printempsin the sparkle-sound of rainI hear your voiceas the day-crows returnbickeringto tangled nests
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.
Harvest MoonThree a.m. moonlightacross lazy dust motes; atree scrapes the window.Your arm weighs on my hip likewhispered promises of love.
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
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