Fit
Fit Like a hand in a glove A foot in a sock Fit Like a runner A body building world winner Fit Like the colors on my walls The echoes […]
Footsteps at my door
I was awoken last night From the deepest of sleep Devoid of dream By a strong feminine presence I heard With ears sharpened by the dullness of slumber The softest […]
Find Me
In the wind that blows The grass that grows The trees that moan In the rivers flow In an unturned stone In its mossy growth In the undertow Or froth […]
The Truth
A short poem about truth.
I don’t want to fuck you [as published in Elephant Journal]
Sex is overrated. Don’t get me wrong, I do love a good romp in the sheets as much as the next person—but sex, in and of itself, is really nothing […]
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