If I had you Over here Closer To me Beneath My touch Beneath My kiss I would lean On form And flow Instead of Lingering Abstractedly Where It's night

Why Isaac and Ishmael did you not reconcile differences ancestral days ago?

Yesterday the park was wanting for summer dress, branches in limbo.

stale jokes and lots of booze

A kiss can mean a lot...

I see her, two or three fleeting times a day – I see her in the thrust of the dawn, in the polished mirror of the now silent dinner table, in the moon silver pitch of the endless night, except it’

What name pours forth instinctively when we are born again; borne into the arms of love; into a new eternity; tiny, helpless, wide-eyed and clinging? EM-MA! The mother of all words of love.

“Let’s play snow kisses!”