(from the in-progress story, Iron Behind the Velvet -
My dream ...
amorphous, rises opal on veiled mists.
The earth takes welcome form
and we walk together.
A rocky, dawn-lit coastline fades
to the park of aged trees slanted through with
We pass through the shadow of willows.
Entwined with me upon the gray-green moss
under the downpour of sunlight, you tremble
at the near-agony of my ardor.
Your soft and pleading gasp ... oh ...
My name in your whisper.
My dream, my truth ...