Spreading Love

 The world is heavy.

Grief bleeds through media

and daily conversation.

Let me balance bad news

with hopefulness.

Make me a clown

showing others humor and beauty

in the mundane.

Make me an instrument of joy and

waft me on the wind

like dandelion fluff

to land far and near

spreading spores of love

wherever I alight.

Grammar of Desire

Beneath the tree's shadow

two souls study the

grammar of desire.

They experiment with 

lips and hands,

not thinking,

only feeling.

We, perched in topmost branches,

spread our wings and soar,

released at last.