New Lovers '99

The freshness of the morn
Is gone
The energy in the limbs
Is numb
We can feel the hot sweat drying
Sleep demanding
Space and time
You and I
Begin our day
Now...

Of a Different Time '98

Your shoulders drooped
With the burden they bore
Of rich little trinkets of love
Making their way
From a distant shore
Under your 
Accusing gaze
I stood

Empty handed
In my respectable penury
Not observing similar
Courtesies of Love
For my wealth was me
And all of me
Was with all of you
Already. . .already!