In dreams,all it takes is a toucha taste of light dancing through the shadows. There isn’t much time before morning comes,and I wake. Your essence…
Poet & Storyteller
In dreams,all it takes is a toucha taste of light dancing through the shadows. There isn’t much time before morning comes,and I wake. Your essence…
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…
You’re the glassI pour my whiskey intothe perfect weight.Heavy, broken in. Your neckrests comfortablyagainst my fingers. Your cold body,lost in my warmth,your lips become sticky,…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…
of water from a glasssip by sip,a glass full of time. Second by second,it trickles between salt and brine,traveling through memory. Although the most primalof…
The pen scrapes on the paper.I outline the way you make me feela single line, followed by another.Soon, they connect in a shaded silhouette. This…
I cling to youWhen the world scratchesAnd howls like a wolf.A place that’s well lit,Safe from harm.I find my way to youFollowing the echoOf the…
in a downpour of rain.the world fades away in a flashof white.the rain slants and drizzles,Beginning to fill the gaps of potholes.And crooked cracks left…