Posted on March 4, 2016March 3, 2016poetry in motion… We spoke all night in tongues, in fingertips, in teeth. — Robert Haas —
Posted on February 24, 2016February 25, 2016what i don’t say… With each innocent brush of lint off your shirt and casual caress along any part of your face… is the body memory of this and the aching want for you to once again lie with me.
Posted on October 26, 2015October 25, 2015a more perfect union… I like how you do what you do when you did it and when you do.