Love is the Edge.
Dark waters lick
Delicate grass blades
Deep into the night.
Love broods between rocks.
The moon orchestrates
A confused song
And the day begins again.
Love can sleep in a pocket.
A man’s woes
In the right woman’s hands
Become tulips.
Love is her perfume.
Whispers, a kiss, a
Reaching hand between
Sheets of trust.
Love must agree with itself.