You are somethingthat will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sensewith even blurred consciousness. Though your form is bothperfect and clear to me.  Do I know you?Or am I mad in love?Is this love poem with sailsbound for...

Is fear always necessary?Does it save our lives?Does it extend to trauma? And sugar filled highs.How does fear produce?Do you slump your shoulders and lose? Fear can blind us at one point or another.You prefer to sleep and not face it...

dizzy thought youwithin my horror you arealert, captivated and unseemly stirredmy dreams are at rapt attentioncompletely enthralled by your monsterdismal honesty my pale demeanor speaksit talks of black rain and sunsets of crimsonin the throes of anger you recognize...