its red like my first borns lips

growing outside
my bedroom window
ripening on the vine
is my first
and its deep red
like the first time
blood ran
from my moon,
from his manhood
inside me.
It wasn't a apple
but a pomegranate
Eve picked in
the lovely garden
offered her.
she knew
in that fruit
were sweet explosive
garnets of expression
waiting for her.
to be enjoyed
over and over
waves of red roses
over sunsets.

RE

roll
romp
relax
release
reduce
reuse
redo
repeat
reopen
react
rebirth
reheat
refine
reline
regrip
regain
regroup
request
rehab

layers of opening

pedals fell from
my belly to the soft
accepting earth and
cushioned my fall
as I gave myself
to the goddess
for cleansing
for celebration.

blooming early
in the last years
as my hair greys
and wrinkles
fill in the spaces
which once held
emotions fixed
I bend now
easy-

hum.....?..!!!!.....????

Hum.I think I'm lonely.

perhaps like a lone rose,

the last one of the season

to bloom.

My yard, life

wants for your laughter.

the other end of the tub

is waiting just for you

your strong back.

autum coyotes

two coyotes
going their
own way
together

if i were to reach
for flower high
on the bush
would it bend
for me?


rain makes me cry
happiness