To light these tea lights, ritualistically, placing each tiny flame, as though their perfect juxtaposition will make your presence stronger here. Becoming undressed, I long to make love to your memory. Thus truly is a sacredly one sided romance. But,,, …

Take a minute to breathe this isn't the place to love not because it's true, but because they say so. Paid to work work to struggle struggle to love and back again. Only when you loop back to paid, somehow …

Between each set of words I prose I take a moment Shut eyes, life closed My mind escapes to a deeper place, where only we exist. The sky above is ripe with love and free for our liking ans tasting. …

Do you awaken earlier than the birds call to seek the face of your moon before the sun replaces his throne in the sky? Do you wrestle with your covers tossing about yearning for his return to your sandy bed? …

To suppress a free mind, to drench a fiery soul, in the monotony of accomplishing goals Deemed contradictory, but when we're at the cliffs, it will all make sense; where we are supposed to be. A life of dull, carved …

"That thousand year old dead man would have a stiffy right now if his bone were actually a bone." I laughed this instrumentally into the improvised soul songs we played on the ocean's veranda. He played guitar, I played violin, …

"Oh please, god, please...let me make it home.....please...." I'm sweating more bullets than a dictionary is filled with a writer's idioms. I've been on "E" since that damned city, and now on the freeway, i'm racing home... Racing my heartbeat, …

Two souls that merged to create a penrose love turning and curling one form right another form left but one direction the same to be away and drained of closeness but save a memory a favorite scent to fill my …

blank spaces filled with stars cupid's blushing arrows with beaming heart full of what the gods call love. when the floor of heavened brokenness splattered angels and showers to the earth we all took quick disguises: i was a foreign …

A midnight reverie, waves of which to speak, far too brazingly gold-winged lady, batting eyelashes to brim with soul, flooding melancholy becoming earth's meisterstruck; the reflection of time and incompetence; exception the heart that was good, all things fair eminently …

Missing my heart and my heat as the obliged citizen marches to the beat Sinking in quick sands of time, blessing angst away one more time With sneezes on sleeves and eves of the trees of leaves and weaves of …

The sky is falling down and the harder it falls, the more calm I become. Like a man swept away in a river but calmed by his life vest universe in which he has much hope. Though the circumstance seems …

The poultry sits upside down in a bath of terrible water. Cold and sinky. I'd never want to be that hen. But plans of delight it's intended to be. To fill a belly upon his arrival home. Recipes limited by …