Hopeful Flame (a poem)

Her smooth skin is an illusion:
Inside, she’s tough like leather.
I don’t mean this cynically.

She’s seen catastrophe:
Yet, she persists.
Carrying a torch with a hopeful flame
That never dies out.

I don’t understand this.
She studies genocide,
Yet, she tells me everything
Will be okay.

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Moon and Sun Love (a poem)

The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently

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The Bridal Chamber (a poem)

you welcome me into

the bridal chamber,

looking ravishing

white sheets against your pale skin

the nightingale sings

of our love

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