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...

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...

Close your eyes…These eyelids are dual anchorssinking shut in a tear rippled sea. where do we go from here?journeying on,following your soul’sfour cornered compass to heaven

Coming storm, I am! Drifting, distant, dampness of rain from afar soddens your lips.    Closer, the storm carries in gentle arms of swift winds, each drop of tear-showers. 

Still anchor, sunk, in tear rippled sea.