I am

I am 
your oasis 
come meander awhile 
drink from my flesh
scratch that itch

The Truest Words

I’ve always loved the quiet shores, those unfettered with lovers, or other friendly beasts. This being fact, I concern myself…

Gratitude Journal — Days Ten and Eleven

I’ll keep this entry short since it’s well past my bedtime and the New Year celebrations…

Love is Cultivated

Love is not remuneration
Earned by sweat and toil.
Love is flowers in the garden
Tended in rich soil.

Living Outside of Myself

How Chronic Illness Changed My Relationship With Pain

Kindness

Firstly, do no harm:
Be good, be gentle, and be strong.
Kindness will disarm:
It’s better if we get along.

Fate

There is love in our bodies
but we can’t let it out
because fate can be 
a cruel master;
it dropped us here
too many years apart
and too many lovers…

In the Last Days of December

Flash Tale

One More Time

An Erotic Poem

I know,
You’ve said it;
So many times.

What You Told Me Today

For all those out there who love so deeply.

‘I think about…