"A sad start doesn't mean you can't have a happy ending"
Majella rests by the cherry tree,a diary by her side.Her lover is gone, nowshe'll never be his bride. A broken heart can linger,hurt far more than broken flesh.Some are never mended,Never able to start afresh.Dark stormy clouds surround,The pages, the wind...
"It's not over . . . yet"
Vipers slither from your lipsTwisted into clever quipsFueled by petty vengeful ireHow is it that you haven’t tired? Every chance to take a swipeThere you are with caustic bitesBriefly do your serpents restRetract their fangs, coiled in their nestsBut never...
She cuts through me like glass. She thinks to love is not to live. My nerves are exposed, I feel them twitch and ache. She cloaks herself in a dark shroud, Masked and hidden from the world. I wish I...
Walk with me along the strandFeel the spray upon your faceDrag your toes through drifting sandSmile at me and hold my handLeave tomorrow far awayLive this moment in this placeListen close to what I sayThis is ours this brilliant dayLowering...
"Love for some friends"
By the moon I sit to seek your glory,The white rose I see creates a new story.Seasons are many,Their reasons few in between.What remains is that I alwaysLove you!For all to see,No matter where we're at,No matter the timeBut this...
You were once this distant figure strolling along the shore,eyes fixed to skyline's needlepoint tapestry of cold vibrant stars.I didn't know much yet about why you walked alone,or what axis suddenly tilted you towards me.There is something beautiful in mysteries,I...
Better run for coverBetter hide your heartOnce you start to love herYou’re never gonna stop Shining like a diamondPrecious jewel of lustSinging out a melodyGliding into the room Charming all the starsHypnotizing the moonElectrifying your bodyTaking over your soul No one can deny...
"Companion piece to Your Heat, and second in a series of four poems: Cold, Heat, Dark and Light"
Come and love me in the heatOn sultry summer nightsAfter that fire opal sunHas slid down out of sight Then we’ll sneak out to the poolBarefoot on cementHolding warmth that earlierWould burn against our skin But now the feel is...
