Level

Placing first a pound of flesh upon a golden scaleSo you can tell me, "Love, when true, would offer more,"And so, with edges dulling, do I choose how next to failDiscounting how I'm growing soreBecause it's love, and you imploreAnd after all, how could you ever in my agony so revel? Then it's just another … Continue reading Level

Cross

Should I have thrown the sky into the seaGone racing for the water in a lake of mirror wavesAnd promised that the effigy I burnedWas never what I promised it should beWhere fingertips are mausoleums in a world of gravesWith stoic gaze, should I have never turned To face the sun I swore to watch … Continue reading Cross