when I go
When I go, darling, when I go, touch me ‘fore you lay me down to sleep, with the blue, blue satin at my head, and the blue, blue stockings on […]
Tag Archives: poems
With Her Basket of Apples
She knew poetry from her lover, and could repeat it aloud, speaking of stars freshly hewn from the heavenscape, of the cosmic rain that washed her as she stood with […]
The Old Jones 