Mexican Appetizer
Tonight it seems I'm bringing home
This poem.
I hope the form, as understood,
Is good;
Enjoyed as much as something sweet
To eat.
Tuck in this line - it's now complete.
All wrapped up in a tiny roll,
An appetizer for the soul:
This poem is good to eat.

Foreboding
We're splintering like weathered wood,
No good
Against the storm; the final sum
Can come
To nothing but a dying kiss.
Of this
I'm certain now. We're all there is,
And as I watch us fall apart
A cold foreboding stirs my heart:
No good can come of this.

Rue
They tried to warn me you were bad.
I had
To learn myself, at least to start;
No heart
Could bear to give me one hard shake,
To break
My trusting sleep. But now I wake
Into the dawn betrayal brings;
Indeed, it was a lucky thing
I had no heart to break.

Wolfrider Cub
The sky is double-mooned and starred;
It's hard
To look away from that dark deep
To sleep.
Although by day the sun is bright,
At night
The darkness seems to sharpen sight.
And in the brilliance it brings,
My wolf blood shines, it scents, it sings:
It's hard to sleep at night.