you were pressed against me in moments captured on mind’s film, your presence borne of a heart’s... Read More »
where do you stop / where do i begin when my soul flies into yrs and yrs mine in with yr strokes up and my strokes... Read More »
What I used to do, what I used to love to do, was write poetry. Not poetry in the traditional,... Read More »
photo credit: wizardofozgurl how it seems inside the thought how it feels inside the moment like a mirage in this desert surreal.... Read More »
I dream of you when my eyes are open hoping that the love you say you have for me isn’t just based on this heat... Read More »
self mocked with joy cloaked in the darkness of days marching towards me parcels of agony left on my doorsteps should... Read More »
…and. the picture of you in my mind is of the softness in your eyes and a reflection of the love... Read More »
my secrets are your knowledge evermore. here. participate in this reawakened splendor of an us thrusting trusting? yes because... Read More »
like horses the fandango is ones who you may not be sure want to trample each other in love’s wild stampede to stand... Read More »
a kiss begins, when heads turn towards each other in unison. shall we cross the seconds to each other? who will make the... Read More »
huddle inside myself alone. crying tears though not of loneliness still sting. gathering myself to be strong\\but \\... Read More »
If you haven’t figured it out yet, Wednesday is going to be poetry day for me. At least for now. On this day I’ll... Read More »
And I feel like the ink imprinted onto paper Scribed by your rhythmic pen And I feel like Never will I... Read More »
i’m sure that i can’t ever drink you down the way i would like and hold you inside me where you would merge with... Read More »
give to me all your wide emptiness that place in you that winds into yourself looking for hope my tongue can reach it if you... Read More »
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