A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

 Muse in red to my labor blueblood on stone true yonder findswending beam 'round the healing bendcautious flames light cooling minds  connected wordssnake & flower serrated tongue for honeyed slayingclever beauty cleft & splayedsalamandrine crawling understuck on point to mending ember refining...

sadness snuggles me and I slip into her embraceshe is a heavy lady with a lot to saymy heart sinks then singsblue emotions slip over mewith an awakening I realize, I've been in denialhonesty in the moment is vitalhurt...

darkness wells you disturb the thick achespitting ludacris needinfernally bound and betrothedsuccor given in your fitful stormyour lust seducesyour anger compelsnow my dear approachsinister danger in your stareconniving tongue dripping poisonlet me taste your disturbiaoccult desire conjures mebaleful passion...