the rain is like you…
I don’t know: this gravity elastic feeling to let go and fall together with you is one thing, but it is better to live exactly where you are with as many permanent emotions in you as you can muster.
Talking to myself.Your spirit is with me.
Please kiss whatever part of you can reach for me.
— John Cage —
in this freedom, bold…
All of a sudden, I miss your mouth.
even if they’re all looking at me…
I’m still looking at you.
mark of the beast (dodging bullets)…
A sea of faces parted and there, I found my heart.
a joy awoken that broke me wide open
A sea of kisses later, and there I left my mark.
a light reborn that guided me home
A sea of betrayals found me, and here I stand alone.
a dark i defy that was never mine to own
hot days…
Summer heat has suddenly arrived
and
yes, I am as warm, soft, and…… as the photo suggests.
vernal equinox…
The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies
between me and my book;
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candles quiver.
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
Outside, in the night.Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?
— Amy Lowell —
when irish eyes are smiling…
open invitation…
You have such a pretty mouth.
To feed it only kisses
would be a wasted opportunity.
— Michael Faudet —
cum to me…
