I'm in a garden Growing free Nobody to stare Or pick prickly me I'm the pointy cactus Drops of dew and sunshine Is all I ever need I wish...

Darlings, Sweet pea poems are only soft reminders Of all the loves we loved and lived through Seeing faces of lovers in crowds and cafés...

There's a rhythm I cannot place In poem or in single lines There's frantic desperation too One I need to find To find what's it worth...