Poems For Corpus Christi

My Daily Bread   Will I grow old alone, a pitied spinster, the dried-up nun?   Can we grow young, Like the seaside, when your first Kiss taught me justice?   Elopement was never much of an option. A slow steady courtship has made me yours a thousand times.   My wine-soaked heart My lungsContinue reading “Poems For Corpus Christi”