Strong senses stroke
in spirituous splendor...

Fascination in femininity's frame
with womanlike wonder in tender veins...

Cider salaries
suppressed to redress...

Love always somehow beyond reach,
cold fingers stretched to nothingness...

Breath breezes and wheezes in pain
as rasps rattle in throat so taut...

Decisions set in
concrete clouds...

A summers day. Images piercing my soul.
A child of a very young age, confusion...

Waiting for romance to again begin,
to live inside the heart I adore...

Whispers dance softly on the breeze,
Silence hangs amid songs of hope...

No false attire or missed preconceptions,
Judgement acquired by fair means, at no cost...

Alone here at dusk as swallows migrate,
And the night sky is all mottled in red...

Whispers swish to sway
and melt, as pain rescinds...