If I avoid her...the fist comes, tender, but...abrupt. How dare the game to ask me to explain? The fragility hangs loose on my lips. The danger invokes my boxed up mind. But no explanation will raise my spirits. Yet, in truth... No one else but me... Will ever fit. She Used to be Mine It's … Continue reading to Kiss a Rainbow
She has held on to the light... When I can no longer see the sun. My wife, my love, cares when none felt my need. I have no pride without her... By my side. As transparent as the slow dim dusk. My wife, my love, I would abandon the walls within. To be with you... … Continue reading Better Side
Time is not relevant when I am with you. As though, a morning's rush... Had taken both my shoes. Unusual or not... I tread so lightly on the air. Barefoot or not... I hold tightly to the image of your cares. ∞ And, the day... Never set anew without my recollections of you. ∞ So, … Continue reading Perceptions of You
So many things that she reminds me of... That I do not remember. She is beautiful that way. She keeps the best of beauty... For me. Everything that is not on display.
No certainty. To the reliance of reflection I see. Thus, what of the transformation into an iron cross of discovery? Un-anchored spirits from forbidden doorways. Youthful were the vestiges I held to the light. Now they are only recollections of disappointed blasphemy. ≤ How true these reflections in me? How honest can the hues be? … Continue reading Holy Insecurity