Burdened Love

I could love the Devil

among butterflies & faeries,

until I realized

it's a full-time job.

It's a lonely life.

Simple, so simple.

Longing that never leaves

at the center of poetry.

The sun is in the way.

Are we on the

other side of the world?

From sunshine into shadow.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful, painful wonder in your writing. One can feel the light, fluttering on each butterfly wing... one can taste the shadows... the darkness when the sun is swallowed... So grateful that you share your poetic soul!