It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
We Argue – harmony has some bum notes
Uninterrupted bliss is not our scene
My poems suggest our love has nothing mean...
Elliot and Amanda
Once long ago
We nearly played them
They said “no”...
