She is the breeze of a tropical
midnight, drenched in rain drops...

Shimmering under a sky pitted destiny,
they swirled around tunes, like a damsel...

Sadistic child play
taunting the shy, innocent...

My eyes dilated
between black, white...

Upon an early dawning
they bounce above the sky...

The lady with eight fingers
webs gauze around dangling...

My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...

She spoke to me,
within a morbid...

He lost a part of his soul
back when psychotic...

This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...

I angled my arms
in a way that meshed...

Pearled iridescence
shadows the corner...