Poetry

Becoming You

sometimes I wish I could paint my feelingslike Picasso painted his portraitsinaccurate renditions of something so beyond our reachthat mortal eyes falterintricacies unbeknownstto say "I love you"would be an affront to the universefor love, as a disarray of synapsespales in the face of the void...

On Fearlessness – Torn

I seem to have a current theme related to the notion of being torn apart and the idea of somehow having having seams that could rip. I have no idea if other people can relate to that notion or visualize the feeling, but when I am...

On Infidelity

The concept of being "the other" is often associated with a great sense of guilt and shame, of societal pressure of "doing something wrong" and "taking away from" when the reality is most often that the adulterer voluntarily seeks out what they are missing from...

Contained

i yearnto feel containedwithin the safety of your arms,like a thousand bronze statuesyour musculature dancesscrutinized by eons of longing your handso harsh in its lovereddens my skin,closes gently on my throatthe ultimate safety containedwithin your graspi can feel the weightof a million worldstickle my soulas i...

Ecosystem

Like a gardener tending to his favourite flower bed, Your expert hands prune my parts to better help them bloom. You turn me over, ruffle my feathers, dig down, deeper, harder...

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