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I have a wound that only trust will heal,a scab encrusted on my bleeding soul.Your eyes will tell me how much to reveal.At first, the pain was much to..
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You sneered at me because you thought I'd liedand stared at me through drunken eyes of pain,then waved me off as I tried to explain.You turned away, j..
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A prayer offeredthat he might outlive her soshe wouldn't see himdie as her last husband died.Nice thought till her cancer came.
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I know what I do not knowwhen my woman holds me,tells me she loves me, notfor what I can no longer give,but for the man I've been and am.She knows I d..
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A short I've had kicking around for so long, younger readers won't understand the reference at the end. For my older American friends...I think you'l..
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shopworn covers, brittle pages,faded, handled carelessly -dime-store dreams locked up for agesin the musty library.risks untaken, words unspokenstacke..
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To my friend Cyndi, who taught me I had neither the power nor the right.
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aimless caresses possessa puissance, carelesslypurposeful, impossiblysensual, seducing withmercilessly sharpenedincessant desires,releasing passionate..
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shoutingLOVEsilentlyin most indirectunmanneracross gapingexpansivelyunechoingcarpeted floorof semi-living room(soundlesslyshe smiles)
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beauty brightburns the soul's retinaleaving blind spotsblotches on the visionof what burnsbehind the beautylookawayfrom the dazzlingsurfacefeel the fu..
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