The heart. Her heart. Brings me home. Just as sure as, a door shuts. And, a bag gets unpacked. Always, reminiscent... True love, is aware of the facts. ∀ I am removed and placed upon a former shelf. Life, begins to...unpacks itself. ∀ When, quagmires, await my vague footprints. My love takes a restless hand. … Continue reading Hard to Hold
Grew up in vivid red. Amassed my mind from toe to head. Not prison of gray. Not a reprimand of black. Only paint brushes filling in all that I lacked. Day to day. Reflections and distance seemed the only blurred scene. Such is life. Living out loud in someone else's strife. Words of … Continue reading Dreaming in Rainbow
I would stand in my darkest dawn. To bring you home from your innermost prison. The deepest desire to love you. Love us. Clarifies best... Most on partially cloudy days. With pockets of warmth from the sun's rays. When the waters recede. And, there is dew on my shoes. Inaccurate moments... When I fall back … Continue reading Inaccurate Moments
Like a stitch in your side. You have to see passion through, until the end. As the muscles will cramp and seize. The suffering from comfort will not cease. Time will look for us. Infinity cannot disregard what messages...rapture, intends to send. One must just see it through, until the end.
And, she said, "There is a compromising position in love. One in which there are conditions. Sometimes, it is a little rough around the edges. It is unwilling... It is relentless." And, with the blink of an amorous brown eye, she was gone. Fluid and fluorescent, as her encouraging words... My passionate repair? … Continue reading Susceptible Sacrifice of Love