Friday, December 9, 2011


my love for you is assiduous.
when I wrap my arms around you, they become human, tying knots to the ends of my fingers holding you to the foundation of my being. my breath begs to comfort and not rob you of placation.
the pressure you think you feel is esoteric and seemingly unjustified inside the console I thought I had built for you.
I bleed in misunderstanding pretending to hold a smile whose strength will mystify. close fast your eyes, whose lids are heavy, and feel the haven of my persevering care.

photo by: axicnom on deviantart.com

Monday, December 5, 2011


we pass each other in the night. on flights hidden by the concourse you and I take separate paths of bliss and meet somewhere in the in the hours after midnight after the interest of fascination has fallen fast asleep.

photo by: karen clark