I am waiting for the night to speak to me…Read More
I have no fear in this place;
These fellows are not my murderers.
I heard his voice last nightRead More
And I am guilty of pride
In the depth of that pleasure
and of that pain.
I want desire to drip from my pen
So that you can taste it in your core.
Everyone here is there own imperfection…Read More
This is more to me than it is to you.
I have to let you in; into my body.
This is different; only I can take this leap;Read More
To love this shadow of a silhouette
A person I have never met.
The mournful note of the deepest strings Marks the night with its slowest song. Footsteps falter as they pass by, Drawn to the darkness of the music and To hold each other in the midnight hour. His cap is cast at his feet asking for that Shower of gold and silver from those around, Ears…Read More