When
Dreams Cross Over
Last night
I dreamed of you
and peach margaritas . . .
today, this sudden hunger for
ripe fruits.
Shadowy Places
Dancing,
in beige trousers,
through this tuxedo world -
my tango never seen in bright
ballrooms.
When Wolves Call To Her
Blood ring
around the moon,
fairy-light fills the woods ...
is this the night my love will spread
silk wings?
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