Move Me Poetry

Sometimes words are expressed in different forms, like your tongue telling me how I was everything you desired.

butterflies don’t speak

Finding music and movement in every moment

How we use time is up to us in the end — and, in the end, it will hula round to the inevitable because there is always a beginning, a…

a poem

It’s like playing Reversi

Sacrosanct joys and sorrows

Series: Tattoos, Bikes, and Butterflies (12)

A Poem About Compulsive Behaviors

Injected poetry