Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...
When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...