Dirty Little Secrets

I write my poems and the pain between the lines;
I love in waves and the surf is rising again.
(I dream I’m sailing with you in my fantasy.)

The sails go flying out in dark and silent signs,
An endless sea speaks as the waves roll in:
I die at your touch and your kiss moves me.

I smile that you saved me again
And keep me warm, murmuring love quite sweetly.
(I dream I’m sailing with you in my fantasy.)

Dawn comes from the East, tea’s sympathies time,
singing honey and cream’s melody:
I die at your touch and your kiss moves me.

I feel you’d cry at the way I live,
But I dream gentle and you’re there now and then.
(I dream I’m sailing with you in my fantasy.)

I should have sailed away to you instead;
Where ocean goes she knows I’ll be back again.
I die at your touch and your kiss moves me.

(I dream I’m sailing with you in my fantasy.)

wisdom night,
singing in silence,
when i knew
hunger, too;
and the winter world
crying like blizzards.

a book of stone,
its words moved me,
stars spiralled above,
called to love;
as a hungry world
howled aloneness.

the feel of truth,
hewn from suffering,
tempered steel
solid, real;
in a darkened world
dying in Darfur.

the godless globe,
facing the goddess moon,
indigo dawn,
late, autumn;
my Mother, the world
orphaned your book-stones.