Deep End

“How does it feel

to finally

embrace love?”

“Like a tsunami

or raindrops

falling off a porch light”

Cherished

Those who

cherish you,

write them,

but he

whom you cherish

needs no letters

The Eyes Which God Made

His eyes

painted with emeralds

shall be

the death of me

Yet I praise you,

God,

for letting

them consume me

Crimson Robes

Silk and satin

dress my bones,

but my heart

O my heart

wrapped in devotion

Young Women Never Forget

The nightingale,

voice of night

about the heart’s

melody;

“The words linger

in the mind

of a young woman,

until the very

end”