• Objects of Desire

    Always out of our reach My reach In sight my eyes will delight Your beauty A quick smile Perhaps a frown And the moment is gone But fantasy Remains a telling mystery New worlds can be created That one moment that was wanted Suddenly becomes attainable ~ The skin so alive Desire of wanton release…

  • Mist

    A teardrop           clinging rain-soaked            petal rising soft             gently   1995