PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

She told me not to say it, that to… So I’ve addressed it here in writ… After having slipped my tongue She seemed to listen for a moment If only, to make it clear

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay

Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…

In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…

You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,

A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.

You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;