I smell the regret coming,like rain before it falls from angry clouds.The risk that should have…
Broken man, what is itI love in you?Is it that I can seethe man you once wereor could…
Sundays are generally for staring out atThe snow intoxicated and misplacedRegret and romantic…
You are diamondsYou are pearlsYou are silverYou are gold
I have felt each day’s first breeze, waving through the big island’s palms, its movement felt while the still dozing light dreams…
Desiring Desire
could it be the sweet smell softly caressing my inner noseor the faint reverberation you…
