“Just because the wrapper’s wrinkled don’t mean the candy ain’t sweetI will still chance a cavity to eat her aged treat,            “From my erotic actions her memory will recollectAs she becomes slimy wet and her body begin to...

My eyes upon her beautiful, breathless silence.   Whilst she sleeps forever, I whisper to her in prayer.   Hoping she’ll come back, I know that’ll never be.   I consider setting foot into the grave to find her.

    I wish to spend this life in your socks,threaded in the warmth of your quiet steps. Not borrowed, belonged. Not worn, woven.Each fiber remembers the roads you've touched, soft echoes of you beneath my soles, a hush of love...