Self-Portrait

The rage courses through (Feel her burn) Her cool veins, molten (Hear her song) The air a smoky quartz (See … More

Chained

I wish to linger upon your tongue the tang of time as I come Upon your whispers of want Sin’s … More

My silence is a black and white reel Dizzying portraitures of loud mistakes Crumbling into pools of a grievous fate … More

I am weakened by the wait. A wanton wish for you to write. To wrap my hope with words you … More

Disappeared without a trace His words, his touch, his taste Life stole him from my embrace Mourned without a tear … More

She wished to be the reflective glass surface upon a peaceful sea – a rainbow of colors seducing his eyes … More

The mist of my lust smothers the depth of breath of any others The wine of my wetness intoxicates the … More

There is a rage that rails against the cage of my domain. The obscenities spew in frail poetic font. My … More

Illogical illusions of indecent deeds. Spiraling strobes of incense and soft downy robes. Foreign faces with familiar graces. Laughter lilting … More

A paralysis of devotion, condoned by the historical drone of unresolved emotion. Every nerve ending cauterized to prevent my soul … More