Notes written in
the clavicle of the soul /
unknown to most,
spoken softly over a sunset.
Scattered across
the city /
these words
murmur the truth /
the lilac confession
of kisses. . .
how can I say it?

i am just as fearful /
a ***** staring
up at the barrel of a gun /
eyes wide, tail tucked
if I tell you,
would you run?

words spill /
like the water running
down this stream.
oh, what bright eyes /
you have!
you’re a fox like me.

more than fearful /
gaze averted,
aloof alliteration.
i nuzzle you /
kiss you lilac /
a curious fondness
of these/three words.
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sunrise, all soft /
like a curtain of sorbet.
watching your ears
perk up,
i notice how far
the fence is.
wait! you’re over there /
you nod and look my way.

just jump over,
I suggest.
A thought /
autumn in your heart /
you write your own
lilac confession
and slip through,
curling up next to me.

next to me /
i sense your fear
like the hunter
stalking in the dark /
I must confess,
we are one in the same / and
I will hold your heart gently.

we’re safe here.
the hunter has passed /
reading these words in the
maroon and ember of fall /
to each other.

With my husband was
       ME  N  U
He earned we spent,
I cooked  we ate,
I looked after the household chores,
He took care of all the bills and repairs,
I took care of the children,
He took care of their maintenance,
He treated me with kindness and equity,
I respected and never went above him,
To hurt his male ego.
If he was the head,
I was the neck,
If something needed to be done,
I didn't shout or nagged,
I used a soft approach with feminine charm,
It always worked.
We had our ups and downs,
But who doesn't?
30/9/2025