I am a super ball With a wild passion towards an und… target Bouncing off the limits of your... Emotional capacity
The night begins with the tossing… Searching for the image which brin… She finds the image in your embrac… Sometimes as a protective hug A shawl that covers gently, yet sh…
Years ago, a gilded gift appeared… topped with a ribboned bow This gift, I took with me Occasionally holding it close Oftentimes, admiring it at arms le…
What is there beyond the caution t… I see myself in your words but the… And all I can se is your perfect… Better friends than lovers, but I… Or the insatiable lust locked in t…
Calling your name In a moment of ecstasy The hot tears creep down my cheeks Soaking the pillow Splashing on the wooden floor
After a moment of awkwardness, I remove my owlish “sheydel” And for the first time, we look in… Unmasked emeralds Catching the light of dark black o…
When I’m at home in my bed alone And I cannot sleep I imagine, I am next to you And it brings me peace
I am an emotional prisoner Searching for a key Though on occasion, I gaze upon t… Inevitably, I find myself back In my cell
When I close my eyes, I see a ch… My mind wanders to an unchartered… My body comes to life beneath an… Speaks affection to a different ma… Could my slavery to unrequited l…
A pair of immortalized lovers on a… She, a raised surface in vivid ora… Her lover faded in murky darkness Faces so close they can feel each… Yet too far to be detected by any…
I’ve tried to rationalize But love’s boundaries are irration… I’ve tried to forget Memory does not take direction I’ve tried to distract myself
Searching for the eyes of my lover… I look into yours Running my hand along the length o… My fingers crave knowledge of your… Inhaling the scent of my lover
Around your neck Catching the sunshine Reflecting the moonlight Dangles Hannah’s missing key You
My lover, my friend The rent is overdue I have been contributing on your b… Receiving nothing in return I cannot survive on nothing
One fate tempted day, two sculptor… On an unmarked path Tools in hand, spirits high What begins as a formless feeling, Starts to take shape
