It was resistant to oxygen deprivation.There was something about that seed.You could never cut its umbilical chord.

in the dark depths I see your face contorted with ragea coldness confinded by a veneera smile to inviteeyes that implorebut I sense you're on the edgeevoking emotions then walking into the shadowsit's your motion that warns mecalculating your...

The moon on her dress corruscates my fingers with cobalt shards of icebergs, rolling fingerprints beyond fabric   Tidal hair breaches the  breakers down her back, the last waterfall on earth weeps for every desire lost at sea   Catching the pearls of her eyes in trawls of my dilated bleeding, if...

In all these scrapbooks:Flowers I have liked.Flowers I have seen.Flowers I desired.Flowers that itched.Flowers that burnt.I wonder what was mine?

it's the quiet times that find me thinking of youin the stillness of the night and I am alone with my thoughtscaress a notion, I need youmy thoughts touched deeply, you stimulate memy mind cannot deny what my heart...