The Marriage Seed

(reading time 1 minute 9 seconds) Closing my eyes, I hear the feverish pitch of your heart while my skin senses the earth, which discriminatingly recites her poetry in unison with the sun.  My fingertips feel the pressure of garden seeds pushing dark, damp soil as roots grow downward.  Your smell penetrates my nostrils, leaving […]

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My Honey Bee

Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to […]

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Pool of Siloam

jade eyes like yearning sound, in the playground of our delightmusic is his words, floating like bubbles that softly graze my earshivering as tender touches, and butterfly kisses, birth my tear our bodies reacting as familiar pleasure finds us, man and wifeas one flesh we soar where stars burst and moonbeams weepas the blind man […]

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God’s Mercy

Shadows of God’s grace inching quietly over His landsDrifting like silk, or the forming of dunes with white sands Relaxing, the sparkling brook, stirred and merrily smiledIn Haiti, a once innocent mission worker sees a hungry child Upon a dying young man, lay the calming glove of a nurseOur Lords’ words memorized sitting close; she […]

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Disconnected

Lonely spaces dwell even amongst the crowded People dialogue without truth, emotion or love Sieged by countless, faceless, and woeful humans. Entrusting another is a gamble for those empty Desiring sincere contact such a formidable goal All striving to grasp and sustain such a treasure. Are we unable to simply love, trust and reveal That […]

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AM Ballet

Whisking the eggs, opening drawers, the movement of feet, Along with the sounds of crinkling plastic as he opens the bread, The pampering is about to begin as this wife is about to be fed. Then sizzling comes when egg-soaked bread hits the hot pan, I cozy up to the pillows behind my head and […]

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Love and Coffee

Sweet the smell of his now sunken pillow Where he lays his buzzed and weary head. Gentle sounds carefully filtered find a way Into my cozy waking moments in our bed. Sheets still warm hold imprints of touch, Along with fragments of his voice deep. Gentle footsteps in the kitchen moving, Making coffee to awake […]

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