When Our Hands Are Wrinkled and Soft Like Dough A poem When our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will remember why I fell in love with you How I loved...See more

We are Two Stone that Creates Fire A poem We are two stones that create fire Illuminating the dark abyss of late October We are two dried branches That resuscitate the sun’s heat And set the whole of California burning We are the lighting streak Hitting and roasting an...See more

My happiness A poem I love you in my own sacred way Today as I did yesterday And I don’t say this just to say Inside of me I am loving you, And craving for your love I do not love with just my words but I also love with my lips And my love is a blazing fire, burning...See more