When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.

He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.

I see bodies as individual things.

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.

I love you when I forget about me.

When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.