an early poem, free verse, about love, guilt and crime / can be found in "Poems People Liked (2)"
I don’t mind waiting.
The stripped stem lowers,
It is beauty that I’m after.
you slip away. A fissure furrowed
in the stone is breaking in the heat.
Around you shy clouds wheel
but between them cliffs are falling.
Trapped, you hesitate.
A dry blood loosens in your mouth. You know you’re dying
and at last I can’t help waiting.