You see me first thing every morningAnd the last thing every nightMy day always begins and ends with youAnd I would…
Petra’s heart was broken when Patrick turned tide and ran for the hills. The hills were his mother’s house, a palace really, from which…
& so I belong with my betrayal:I should have cededthe country to youshould have let that other thought
He hadn’t meant to let this happen.
A Poetic Revelation
When I looked at youI saw the glimmer in your steelSo strong and brightwith experience…
Tell me of the whirlwind stirring under your shirt and in your sheets once more as I’m on my knees dying to hear a fist…