Worlds Without End

'Amor is etched with ecstasy' I once told her, her hands Holding unto my shoulder. The light touch of a low, slow moon Meant neither of us imagine being alone.

(from Life's a Long Day)

They touch each other again: Maybe exists a place of grace, Maybe of meeting, of merger, Where memories outlast lives, Where sea and sky seal without seam.

(From Love Among the Ruins)

Select subtle spices from a cupboard shelf, It'll strip slowly layers from any covered self For a rose is arroz is eros.

(From Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen)