If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.
Even as I hold youI think of you as someone gonefar, far away. Your eyes the colorof pennies in a bowl of dark honeybringing sweet light to someone elseyour black hair slipping through my fingersis th...
Be the man who has the spirit of a ruthless tiger, ravaging every dusty corner of my soul.Be the man for whom I will tame myself voluntarily..Be the man who can make me forget my birth date in moments...
Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.
tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.