Too much sugar makes me nauseous.

Wife.

Wrestle with me

On Sunday mornings,

Hiding under 4 blankets,

Dressed as we were made.

One-ness.

I was never I,

But always was

Earth and tree and sky...

Always I.

Waiting

Waiting for your eyes
To light the way,
I sputter along on lonely roads.

Waiting for your smile
To bridge two shores,
I roam the coast lost and cold.

Waiting for your whispers
To the western wind,
I watch the tattered sail fold.

Waiting for your embrace
To break these chains,
I'm trapped in memories old.

Love

Why must I close my eyes
To see you as I should?

Attachment

The daggers

Have no names on them,

Until they've hit your heart.

Balance

How much cheese should I serve
With my friendship?