fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.
the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.
I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.
my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.
tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.
I write because there are things in me that cannot die.
all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.
How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.
slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.
wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.