i see you... sitting there... ice water tears... filling... your eyes...

Eve my tattooed nun with eyes that see more than I could ever convey with breath and body

she brings me her drink to try the sweet

I recall not when I first beheld… Yet I remember being amazed at th… The delightful way in which the cl… Did dance to hear her sing… Such… Below these heavenly declarations…

her body held here in captivity her body lying here

Perspective of Creation watchi… Two figures on a mountainside Embracing as the Heavens cry Creation has waited so long Finally love is found!

i am alive more than i know burning with passion and

** message found posted throughout… note: links to other parts in subt… note: play song link above When in the course of the Hearts… It becomes necessary to dissolve t…

i walk into the confessional like a monk seeking

one last time i knock on the door no one answers its to bad

a poem about laundry? sure ... I could pull it off

I have heard it said many times that if we truly love ourselves then we don’t need anyone else

*when asked to describe Eve she is not tied to any particular… for it is the power of her passion… in its myriad of forms which draws me in

True Power lies not within Knowle… but within Innocence However, in order to attain such p… one must realize Innocence does no… sigh

The duality of man in this I am not ashamed for I take more than solace from t… the lover with many names and form… all of which can be perceived