I’ve been addicted
to words since...
Thoughts of you and me
rips my sleep apart driving...
Spark
my mind with your words...
My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...
There is
an oak that sits...
“You have the right to
remain silent” they said...
Everything settles before me -
my breath...
I thought you were my feeble
knees...
You wear fangs
to kiss me...
Holidays were
always coarse...
I am a dream catcher,
a lovely wild flower...
Happiness is an emotion rare to find
Especially deep inside such a dark soul...