Courtly Love

I paint you pictures
I sing you songs
But you only see numbers
And hear noise.

A compromise
I listen to your numbers
You look at my beauty
We somehow
Make something new.

My heart races
Yours is steady
Like bedrock
I shift like sand
You anchor the
world.

Different souls
Finding solace somehow
In steady gazed moments
And treasured soft kisses.

How will things
Find us tomorrow
You with your loyal look
Me like a babbling brook
You'll float in my liquid self
And I'll hold on to you
for dear life.

We'll somehow make it
Together
As man and wife.

American Woman VIII

I never wanted
For anyone to
Find me
I could never hide or
Manipulate.

I was out there
Take me.
Or leave me
And I was left.

Alone and craving
Hunger so deep
I could not run from it
I could only seek more.

Greedy for love and attention
Oh how to quell it
Oh please, let a little
Be enough.

American Woman VII

Working for the Man
Feeling small
Like an ant
Without a leader
To follow home.

What drives the Man
What pulls us
To be exploited
Exsponged of self worth.

Coming back for more
Hungry for pain
Abuse from a not so fatherly
Neglectful Establishment.