Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...
Once more, left desiring
The only thing...
Time turns her face from mine as I grow.
Friends fall away leaving cold gifts of woe...
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...
I am spending the night with you;
watching as you draw...
Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void...
Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...
Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
You carved our names in paper -
And...