I hover in the air Feet above ground not knowing where the footing’s fi… but feeling the strong bond of fee… Complete, whole
Years ago, a gilded gift appeared… topped with a ribboned bow This gift, I took with me Occasionally holding it close Oftentimes, admiring it at arms le…
Let there be light In a land west of Eden Where productive passionless drone… toil Under halogen bulbs
I am young, but not naive honest, but not innocent optimistic, but no fool I am intimate with unhappiness Run over by love on a way street
A pair of immortalized lovers on a… She, a raised surface in vivid ora… Her lover faded in murky darkness Faces so close they can feel each… Yet too far to be detected by any…
Are we, as humans, qualified to vo… Are we, as humans, required to vow… Yet what would life become without… Vows are our anchors in a sea of l… Our borders defining haziness in o…
My lover, my friend The rent is overdue I have been contributing on your b… Receiving nothing in return I cannot survive on nothing
When I close my eyes, I see a ch… My mind wanders to an unchartered… My body comes to life beneath an… Speaks affection to a different ma… Could my slavery to unrequited l…
I am an emotional prisoner Searching for a key Though on occasion, I gaze upon t… Inevitably, I find myself back In my cell
What is there beyond the caution t… I see myself in your words but the… And all I can se is your perfect… Better friends than lovers, but I… Or the insatiable lust locked in t…
I am a super ball With a wild passion towards an und… target Bouncing off the limits of your... Emotional capacity
The night begins with the tossing… Searching for the image which brin… She finds the image in your embrac… Sometimes as a protective hug A shawl that covers gently, yet sh…
When I’m at home in my bed alone And I cannot sleep I imagine, I am next to you And it brings me peace
While sitting alone in a restauran… Arrived at my table Swirled perfectly in it’s dish, I… And it’s rich chocolate filled my… I picked up my spoon and found tha…
One fate tempted day, two sculptor… On an unmarked path Tools in hand, spirits high What begins as a formless feeling, Starts to take shape
