Dare I stretch my foot to you? Or, why not call a slave? – Lingering—your hands upon my feet— I feel the trickle lick of water. Kneeling? Here for me? Every eye is gazing years at me. With strokes like gentle, soft and strong I feel you wash the silch away, Surprising me how white […]Read more "As I Have Done"
I’ve seen the sky break free to run, letting down a billion feet to race like school boys through the grass and plunk their footprints on my glass. Enchanted by the winsome beat, I could not miss the hiding sun.Read more "Rain"