As nightmares subsideat dawn, your eyesreflect the fear and thepain.They spill a desire to try.Please try.You can walk in therain without an umbrellaand let the clover andhoneysuckle guide youto safety.Evict the chaos fromyour thoughts, andleave the incubus behind.

Pain in the rain.That's what I callcrying beneaththunder clouds.So no onewill see my tears.So no onewill judge me.Concealing sorrowwithin the rain has been my game.No one sees me!Tears camouflagedby the teary clouds.No one will ever knowmy true pain.Well I'm tired...

Under the winter day’swhispery glow,all is quiet here.This is my shattering.No more hymns of breath.Just waiting beside my tombstone.Dressed wildly in vines of time.Had you been a ghost too,would you have noticed me?Must death be the only way?Bound now...

I know why you love bubble baths….It’s for the sheer joy they bring,the sly smile they leavecurling at the corners of your mouth –playful, inviting, seductive,as you slip slowwwly down …water displacing just enoughso liquid lips can lick you,as...