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If I were the oneto tell only youI might be going mad,would youstill be here. Most times, I feel like,a flower growing right therein the crack of downtown sidewalk. I’ll sit right downand wait until, you’re not so busy andI’ll keep missing you. I’m afraid, I won’t find you,or my way back. I could quite…

All out of focus,eyes lost all critical detailhaving spent hoursmemorizing every inchthese are first timesthis drugged out addictionI can feel her swimming in my veins. My skin crawls because of her. The perfect hold over meit’s hard to look away,everyone turns,staring at her skin-deep beauty. Beautiful you. The dark and pretty curves,all hidden away,learning how…

Keeping or being kepttender are the generous giftsthere are ways to manage all this. Me and My silver offeringsa damaged way to lovewith time comesgiving away more of Myself. Trust that attention is alive in both of us,from that backward glanceeyes were in search ofa different kind of companion. Here we are,standing just at the…

These are our quiet reminders,the far away rain,has finally made it here. I swear,there is nothing more coveted than that soundthe wind throwing the rainagainst the windows. The rhythm marchwith each new band,each new downpour wave. The ground tries to keep up,there’s just too much wetnessthe puddles are everywhere. I can’t help but stareout of…

The sad silhouettewriting in the daytime,mid afternoon,this star-struck addictionstill stuck in her heada closing heavy fist,twisting hair-handfuls,drenched in her perfume. Counting down the time,the jealous skycan’t leave soon enoughallowing us to play in the darkness. Dress upin that nighttime exploringcinched up super closeshe begs for moreusing the one trigger word. Up against it nowthat quickening…