Inkblots Part II
I thank you for the libations, my sister,
But I think there is something wrong here.
I have not yet said what I intended to say.
I have not yet done what I intended to do.
I thank you for the libations, my sister,
But perhaps we have more to speak of.
We have not yet loved as we should have.
We have not yet made the angels sing for us.
I thank you for the libations, my sister,
But they mean nothing to the rest of the world.
I am nothing compared to the truth of your beauty.
I am nothing compared to the power of the words I give to you.
I thank you for the libations, my sister,
But I do not deserve them.
I have not said
I love you,
Except in ink.
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Poetry
 The Girl of Shakespearean Lectures
Inkblots Part II
Through the Kitchen Window
Beyond
Cancer
My Lover
The Sound
Genovese
The Girl Who Needs to be Loved
The Subject
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