She told me that she never had real spaghetti before.Of course, she’s had spaghetti beforebut not in the sense that made it worthwhile. When I…
Poet & Storyteller
He is her mirror,The one she stands beforeWhether things are good or bad.Until she walks away,She doesn’t understandThe cracks spreadingAcross her face,Ignoring the obviousShe applies…
I want to sinkAnd lose myself 600 ways in youLosing myself in how you feel, How you smell.A softness that doesn’t frayBetween the heat Shared…
Lay on top of me and tell me how your day went.Was it just right, or was it too over the top?Did that one friend…