Giving In
You misunderstand my plight, as you shelter me from sin. I’m not one for resisting. I’m….
Down here
Down here ….in the row, next to the line. I try to catch your eye. I’m breathing differently….
Witness Confession
I’ve been staring in short, measured glances at the way you lean over your cake; at the….
I lost myself
I lost myself in the accompanying light of your smile. Finally, and on time; like the….
As my words grow old
As my words grow old, they drift into dreams of sonnets
Colors of the sun
Colors of the sun; simple shades of autumn, fall on everyone.
You are a cool desert memory
You are a cool desert memory from another time, that calls my name and leaves me….