My love, my fair one–I long to be wrapped
In you like a winter’s coat that insulates
Against the wind and cold of earthly...
a wall is
a funny thing
angry, but cold
to the surface
I am no coward
Though my enemies
Would have me believe as much
The whispers, the lies, the reminders
Of failures, of lacks, of...
Sometimes the truth
Doesn’t come in bright joy
Like the baby born
To a world of possibilities
Take special care to scope him out
Spend time with the powerful, influential
Who, if you scratch a back or two
May just scratch yours...