Time and Attention

Still, she never truly asked if time and attention was hers to gift and share as she pleases. Still, she's the one with the contract our working document spelling out the terms how and when we'll interact. She insists this all just an act playing the perfect princess who's a little too noble to share…

A Girl, a Cord and a Contract

Each timetable stands on its own merit. There has to be a certain balance in the air where perfume hangs. This room has a calm demeanor from an occasional whiff of a cigarette, except, no one there smokes. This passing moment sits heavily in the throat a hard pulse nervously keeps a rhythm there are…

In a Field

The morning flowers ready themselves, an early sun warms velvet petals birds are the first to celebrate. Last night got dangerously cold, even still, it's the middle of summer no one wants to hear our complaints about carefree and everlasting mornings. Today will be an even longer day, too many people know our faces the…

The Claiming

With arms tightly folded her hourglass silhouette lay there, just as the hour softly turned time was nearly out. On knees to broken palms he did everything to get to her, the words he whispered had no affect. She was tight lipped and in control, he asked if she were ready stepping forward and offered…

Forever and Always

Last night your perfume transferred you were left on my sheets when they smell like this I can't help but write. Listen, you're the girl riding on the saddle thumbs hooked and guiding loosely around your waist making sure your ride is steady and safe. Together we go up and over all the hills and…

Digital Head

Emotions fell by the wayside there wasn't much to discuss, flashbulbs seemed to do all the talking. Summer meant being wasteful sunbathing with late afternoon drinks reading about some heinous murder. People were warned to stay away from her time passed without too much interference, that was until, she fell in love. The dreadful circumstances…

Time Returns

With time and attention returned it was altogether too agonizing to leave her, from the first time until now the spirit guide has dragged me back. There on the edge of her careful side her dress up nights are always fun playful tiny outfits that are just enough to keep these eyes from going blind.…

The Kissing Game

The strong output returns in here all alone with her, a torturous downpour continues this is why we lay here and wait. Hands slip inside of hands the rain dances and insists we go along with the weight so we start this kissing game. Super light whispers at first placed on the edge of my…

Want Not Waste Not

At a time in our lives when we clearly know everything what a brilliant waste of time we are and I say "we" because, there are many parts to the whole of who we truly are. If I am the writer and you're the reader we have a symbiotic relationship where both sides are harmonized.…