The Pitch

There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a home

I see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to do

Then there is the pitch
Alone and n…Read More

My Land

I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden message

To die for

I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More

he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
of his expression