Today
All my passion burns in deep liquid fire
As death calls to me sweetly and in the cycle of life
I awake to the earth. I am comfort and home.

Yesterday
I stepped off into sky blue dreams, floating weightless
I wonder if I hadn’t been looking for a reason to leave.

The sixteenth, the seventeenth? I can’t recall.
Only the nineteenth when they opened the casket
And it was not you. It was not you.

I should have clung to him, instead I drew apart.
Skye Marie in my heart I knew I did not want
And so desperately to keep.

I like the other well enough, but love?
Sometimes you find true love but it doesn’t love you back.

Cause I say
I ain't looking for da man
But dem bones H say,
"Are you sure".
Now I wonder sweetly
If he weren't right.
Though happy
I still wonder
He be right.

The flesh is not weak; it is a manifestation of the soul’s desire.

I learned a long time ago not to wait for someone else to buy me flowers.

Just a few more days Robert and it'll be three years since you left in the night.

Lean back on strong arms and fingers lightly trailing, warm mouth and wide smiles.

In my skin I am happy with G, H, J and J, just as we are. I hesitate with others.