Shall I draw pictures on your naked chest with my fingertips Tiptoeing lightly through the fine grass of this scape Colour them in with…
Frosted hair, cobweb skin, egg-shell eyes, no light within. Paper lips and whiskered chin, stubborn heart that won’t give in. Foetal hands stiffly furled…
Is the man crouched in the doorway just worthless to your eyes? His hand may reach toward you, no doubt you’ll analyse. Do you…
I remember new beginnings, I recall each searing end but the middles, oh the middles, those I’d truly recommend. The start of a love…
She turned the page searching for tomorrow; it wasn’t there in the parchment fold but, she was sure, a watermark of sorrow licked its…
