Lord abortion claims my mind

You just killed our only child and lost me,

Now you can't have me, because you can't find me

Those painted lips,that coloured face,
Sweet words, have no place.

Sensual perfume, intoxicate the mind,
Short skirt, crop

I've been through phases

And I know a lot of messing around

But I kept singing your praises

Long after our love had drowned

You

Secondhand Grace

He stacks lima beans
on mounds of squash.
Between a fork from Aunt Gail and
a plate from our wedding,
I

Aching For You
My body lies still longing for your touch
I try to move yet the pain is just too much
My eyes, fingers, lips