Did I Dream You Dreamt About Me?      Holding still for Autumn to open her legs   to taste the warmth between her thighs,   as secret lovers’ letters   etched upon leaves    waiting for their fall      Biting my initials into tree’s neck   pulling branch wrists towards that cave   where pale orange...

There is a beauty thatcomes from walking aclover laden field, or apath in the woods and feelingthe autumn breeze andsmelling the wildflowers.You are so alive.There is an aching painas sharp and vivid as thebeauty, some knowledge in thefiber of...