Difference holds Substance in The quaint pulling Apart of Two hearts Thread Through The skin Above Muscle Pumping into Existence The hope of Life Weaving Over and Over Again The Memory of Love The truth of Palpable Tasting Lust in… Read More »The Thread
Frozen fingers Rest on A key board Feeling The moment Rise up To meet The words Stopped by The silence of No more Stillness in Memory And footsteps Vanish into The back of A closet Where dust Settles in And… Read More »Winding down the Stairs of Tomorrow
If I had the words to speak I’d say heaven was in your eyes— I’d fill you with the desires of My heart I’d promise you more than A world bloated on greed or Stars burning beyond The realm of… Read More »Heaven in your Eyes