You stirred the pot,taking parts of you,parts of methe good, the bad,even the things that aren’tso pretty to look at. You poured them into the…
Poet & Storyteller
You stirred the pot,taking parts of you,parts of methe good, the bad,even the things that aren’tso pretty to look at. You poured them into the…
We collide like thunder.Wrapped in your indigo skin,Wrapped in your warmth,Fingers dig through the acheOf wanting more.Coiled tight,Clinching,An reaction of skin pressed against skin.I wear…
Love is not a circus.Still, I watched her perform.I watched her spin around in circlesAnd pretend to fall.I watched her paint her face redAnd smear…
Love’s a rose, isn’t it?Don’t believe me?Give it time. After a few hot days,give it a cold night.The petals start to droop,the edges curl round,the…
I watch,And I pull different piecesOf her out the bowl.Somewhat tangled and a bit messy.I twist her all up even more,And put her in my…
The moon swallows the sun,And for a second,Everything becomes that much darker.Nothing moves. Silence looks around,Confused, looking for a sound. Her lips touch mine,And the…