With invisible hands,  my eyelids unlock, reaching for you.   Distance does not matter, my eyes can hold you  and press you against me.   Eye to eye,  hand in hand, we embrace.   Lips press into one another's, tongues lap in a wet embrace, and we share our breaths.   

You rise in the twilight  for I too bask in the dark. While I desire the burning daystar, I thrive in the night.    You are ornameted with hues of Hell, Heaven, lust, and purity. I embellish the hues of an angel's velvety cape.   They say that your...

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Dickinson     You must tell Verity but slant itIt dazzles if too boldMakes it far too sharp to graspEven when it's retold A flash direct blinds simple SoulsAs Mysteries revealMore depth than Spotlights...

Frigid, calm front hides in northern winds,vast sky of my bedroom dims. Stream in wintericed over, mother's embraceletting go at bedtime. Still rainfall,sky's dark pillows,eyelids become anchors, smothering. The cold frontblanketing these damp lids,peacefully covers the coming storm.