I watch your lips as you talk, Your hands gripping The glass in front of you. Every word you say Is seducing my senses, And making love to my mind. I have stopped hearing What it is you are saying....

needing so to be held that physical ache muscles burncan't fight the tearsthat flowthe sob that won'tescapeturn, turn over againstifle that aching burneyes closeand breathe deepescapeinto that dreamlandembrace

My lonely heart lay heavy Upon the breast of my existence As the sickle moon rests softly In an orange Harvest sky. The black top of my life Roams like a coiling snake Searching, seeking Across the barren Landscape of...

Sometimes just Sometimes in the night In the hours that lay dormant and still When the darkness creeps Inside my room, Inside my heart I lay awake and wonder If the sunlight strikes your face If you turn your smile...

When Will It Stop?

"An all consuming addition"

When will it stop, this ache consuming me?All my familiar surroundings are gone. The relief I became accustomed to is no more. Though I search I find nothing to replace it. When will it stop, this emptiness growing in me?It...