When Love Dies   It begins with a hairline fracture One that can't be reset It grows wider, slowly over time The Great Divide.   Walls have been erected - No bridges left to cross You've become perfect strangers In a land full of the lost.   Does wisdom say it's worth it Black hole; heart...

Here is where I love to sit; thinking, reading, writing. Poetry and prose. It's my favorite area in our house. Falling in love with Fairytales; The Lady of Shalott:   "And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis...

Sacred kisses sanctify my soul Hallowed worship of bodies - want and need Consecration of flesh and desire Limbs of salt and sweat and bite of lust Erotic union with pulse of blood Beating through ribs of cage Like the hum and beat of the Mother Drum Holy union of touch...