Founder of untamed.
Love, a garden isits cinnamon a wellspring,a spice, a refuge.
Paper boat on wood:pools of whipping lavender caught in lust of word.
A love rests in will.A pilgrimage, effortless.A home is of quiet.
All a nascent smile,vivid ink, a careful soul’slush tango-blossom.
Often you and Iwalk the wind’s mysteries andonly talk of love.