Madame T


Her skin

like a bar of unscented French soap

Her eyes

coyishly coquettish

Her kisses

chilled champagne in crystal glasses

Her pleasure

beluga caviar served on oyster shell spoons


Church Door


I think

it is the steadiness

of her convictions

that attracts me


The modesty

of her self worth

the lack of conflict

within herself


She is like a church door

opening to a deeper world of accents

to which you can surrender

finding your own humble salvation


All of this

is what I see

in the gentleness of her features

as she lies peacefully slumbering beside me