a Within the moon's cradle, the blue is deep ( Read more... )

Way down
in the elven wood:
Where the
moon flower
doth grow,
like a shadow
overhung
in the wind, shall blow
the steady shift
of thought
and not-
between the
moon and sun.
Enter in the
elven wood
and see what may
become.

Since I've known you ( Read more... )

I will be posting more often come the end of this month, I promise. I'll start digging up more oldies as they seem appreciated as well. Thank you for your comments!

This is from September of last year, which I was just reminded of. I'd forgotten all about it ( Read more... )

the bet ( Read more... )

My Persistence of Memory ( Read more... )

Am constructing a lengthy poem for a friend of mine who's begun one of the worst habits in the world. And I'm not talking about biting your nails. I'll post it ASAP, but only after I've given it to him. This is for all... none of you who read this.

wish to lick your smooth little curves
down and over your belly
and that little trail that leads me to the perfect place for love?
i'll relish that path of righteousness for as long as
humanly possible
until either of us explodes

Can you see it? Lazy by a pool, paw trailing ( Read more... )