Sunday, August 26, 2012


He follows me 
every whisper spoken
each word that has fallen unto this white paper he reads
and like the bread crumbs on the ground 
I have placed them there purposefully 

He is craving, a desire that upon sight my temperature rises
my breathing becomes heavy 
and my mind can no longer focus

I am drawn into him 

 I am now smitten
filled with the possibilities
and yet ...
 fearful of opening a door long since shut

Monday, March 28, 2011

The same key still lies on the table
Tumble weeds litter my backyard
One year has passed


He sleeps unaware of my desire
The sun returns to the morning
Still hopeful

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Inspiration left with no desire
A knife driven into empty minds
Clouds with no silver lining