Years ago I was homeless at age 23. I panhandled and prostituted myself to stay alive in the streets of Springfield. It wasn't until towards the end that my guardian angel swept me off my feet… One late night, cold...

My muse, my cloak - when you’re here beside me, Think of these shadows you cast upon me, out of a smothered light Are forbidden pleasures of yours as much as can be. Like a glove you love to wrap me within...