February 2011
0 posts
Tickle my...
Finger tips graze lips to tickle taste
Buds from flower pedal backwards with no hands down sidewalks of brick.
Built up build up under nail
Beds where we’ve let our bodies dance between
Sheets of paper, yellow wrinkled notes
Crumbled old dreams of used up hope and expired desire.
The label on love should say, Directions: carefully place rose colored glasses over eyes.
Caution:...
January 2011
3 posts
New thought...
So I’m starting to realize that perhaps it wasn’t you I was so in love with. So drawn into. Perhaps I had nowhere else to put all my intense love feelings, so I let you hold on to them. You aren’t the one for me and I know that now. Love shouldn’t start as a desperate struggle, an uphill battle, a goal for attention or a prize to be won. I am claiming my love. I am taking it back. ...