It’s very late to not know who I amThough change persists in life, but nothing…
When every art, including this, fades grayBefore the depth of love I daily tryTo give a voice and, failing, try again,Only to put…
We used to dance around the phallic poleTo celebrate the lovely first of MayWhen with the Earth we started a new yearWith…
Shall I crack now like a seed for youAnd reach up for your light as for the sun,As when…