I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Rapture

There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.

A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.

And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.

I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . .
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness.

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