After making love, we drove around the greatest city in the world (for access to the Lakes). You pointed out the citadel and cathedral, painted childhood haunts as gold, wove passages that, on your lips, appointed saints with majesty.
I once found a fluted glass at the foot of a door in a beautiful city where morning sunlight spilled through the Lindens like ghosts lining the streets and I whispered a name that was still unknown to me then but one day poured from your lips to my ears turned in slow motion a … Continue reading I Whispered.
Above the mountain lakes she strides in sleep beneath the moon in honor of the morning song of sparrows cloistered choir of the hedgerow or the little monkeys chatter to the coming Easter Sunday. Waves unfolding one another like the pages of his novel fallen at the bedside table vessels sheeted sleeping lover at the … Continue reading Vessels Sheeted.
