When the truth is not lonely!
When the truthful is not one and only...
Perhaps you dream of someone,
Somewhere, sometime, in the wind wishing that it...
At first, you assume it's going to be
easy, stripping the wallpaper off...
There it was
on the kitchen bench...
I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...
I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...
Our nakedness is not as deluding as our attires.
Love is a nude self-recognition...
we were powerless
that night, in all...
This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...
His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...
I wish I had more answers,
but first, I would need the...
Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...