My heart is a musical traveller  It will only stop when sky strings  garotte me for the final time    Play Rachmaninoff’s silent concerto  along shafts of sunken submarines  tides swollen, coves so wide,  foam from fingers to thighs,  sea vessel yearns to resurface    in your docked lips.  Ravel unravelling the last pieces  of...

Of the amber streetlights circling woodland edges, carnal helicopter flights of fingers swirl seduction into our suburbia  Pray tell, let me thrash one hundred branches across boughs of your skin  which never sees sunlight  Of the flora and fauna treat me like an equal until it hurts  Deportment is the balance of tongues o'er swollen...

  Of the amber streetlights  circling woodland edges,  carnal helicopter flights of fingers  swirl seduction into our suburbia    Pray tell, let me thrash one hundred branches  across boughs of your skin   which never sees sunlight    Of the flora and fauna  treat me like an equal until it hurts    Deportment is the balance of tongues  o'er swollen...

Love Sonnet XC     There are times when the only thing to do is nothing, simply take in the space and be present, savoring the time   and knowing it matters. This is how I reacted to your reaching out, touching my face, tracing   my lips with your warm intentions. I...