romance

Heart.

The days get long. We hope to be so much more than we are. We hope to be enough. Then we hope to be enough for ourselves again. To have enough heart for that.  

Paramour.

Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though it might be, I wonder is your longing such for me.

Muse.

To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger… Read More ›

Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man whoโ€™s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she… Read More ›

Love Letters.

  The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your… Read More ›

Vampire…

They bust the rusted meadows gate, wait the darkness for the dawn. They drink the stars, try to curse the moon, they wander on and on. They steal away the slipstream sleep and purge the soul with fire.ย  ย  They… Read More ›

Honeysuckle.

ย  Wakingโ€ฆ May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was… Read More ›