One by One The Old and the Young March into the darkness Seeking the light Carrying with them
Eve my tattooed nun born with a heart free from the bondage of sin for all is permissible
Eve my tattooed nun with eyes that see more than I could ever convey with breath and body
I Know You More than the Meaning I Know the True You I Can Feel You I Can Sense You
i long to break and penetrate the shell that covers you
you who have birthed a million poems... whose eyes have seen whose hands have touched whose lips have tasted
*when asked to describe Eve she is not tied to any particular… for it is the power of her passion… in its myriad of forms which draws me in
On October 7, 2013, upon awakenin… Little Miss Goldilocks, issued a… On a public forum, in broad array,… Fortune favored, the man in gray,… The self-satisfied young lady, the…
Faith is not a science Yet it seeks to invoke wisdom and understanding Faith is not a nature Yet it desires to shape our reacti…
shaking more than her ass so sweet
BEWARE fellow traveler YES Be CAREFUL where you tread
Light dew skips across the oceans… She speaks to me of loves gone by There has been a lot of heartache As the Sun and Moon drift by We talk for hours on end
her body held here in captivity her body lying here
tears telling time for a heart that once beheld beauty and a moment so profound that its felt its own beat
every book left on the shelf longs to be