chapter 1
i'd plant a seed-kiss
for you
like a seed
with my lips
will leave it, there
in the palm of my hand ...
...
plant a seed-kiss
on your head
and watch it grow
...
i think i could write for ever ...
and, keep it that way,
write like a bird sings . . .
in early spring. . . .
"i could start a new life just like that!
