you're in my head...

i wonder about my wandering toward you,
it's unstoppable-- but
not that i would want to....

a drawing
a bridge upping
a south call
to autumn's fall
where we first met...

hours is what you get,
adoration, too

i meant what i confess
and more
to you


night time
dark time
our time

our time

what little we have to share

crusts of bread
and knots in thread
and still we meet
there

night time
dark time
your time
and mine

i wait
like a wolf
wounded and
wet
and silently kept
as your post