sometimes, a soft brush of longing

Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply … More

that one time it rained…

laughing in the rain, our skin glows, and the laughter glows, and the puddles only this afternoon there were none … More

I don’t understand this place. The madness softly subsides… what am I left feeling instead… abandonment. It is as … More

a string taut enough to spurt that note which rings in the hollows of our hearts, but only too slack … More

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More

I stagger towards the pull, overestimating desire in geometry. I stagger sideways, ear first… it is my hearing that has … More

I quite like looking upwards. Naked earth under my feet, mouth open, eyes resting in the invisible shade of a … More

Place your hand upon my brow and feel how I burn with fever. Soft, cold, rough, old… it does not … More

Some nights are colored By somewhat ancient desires Some are colored by recent desires Many are colored by indecent desires … More