I think it is silly
When you envy someone...

Boys are simple and short
Girls are complex and long...

A bewitching hunger to write
Takes over me...

God tells me softly
Can you dance for me, son...

Laurence and Mary
Were two lovers...

Amity, it is your faith
That inspires me to write...

At that hour when day is
Bifurcated from night...

I am quarreling
With security...

All my life I have been searching
For the girl that would make me wobble...

This is a tale of two birds
Sitting on the wall...

When we
Wait...

A collection of words
From the nib of my pen...