ridged fingerprints gliding over smooth, dry skin neck unitched by wild frizzes scalp unpulled by controlling ponytails clothes laying close and comfortable holding me softly beautiful soreness legs, arms, torso proof of strength growing inside fingers and palm gliding over soft kitten fluff brrmmmp! dappled…

On a moss covered path Deep in the forest I walk to find peace A slight breeze greets me And kisses my cheek Slivers of light Make their way Through outreached branches As if to say Come, hold my hand We’ve been waiting for you…

You’re in a movie You are. And the extras, for a change, aren’t walking into you. Everyone parts for the invisible camera that pans along your quick gait as you walk into the Utopian Cafe where there’s always an empty seat by the top floor…

fluttering my lids to see yours do the same shadows peer in through the blinds from the leaves silhouettes of little creatures dance across the sheets and i reach over to caress your face. rising out of bed, you momentarily leave me and i bask…

Cold heart, frozen emotion Love lost in the grave of silence, Lost love, love lost It doesn’t matter Winter love has gone in cold passion. A warm and fuzzy feeling Growing, thriving and living Lazy, breezy, and easygoing. Loving while it last, Spring love, memories…

The sky turning grey, Could feel the droplets coming down, The smell of wet earth, seeping in through my windows, I open the gates, All drenched now, The lovers have finally met.   The sea dancing with me, Wind teasing me, Yes, its cold, Still…

  The greenery of rainforests with supple lush graced with elegant tapestry Affirms Earth’s sublime grandeur The sky with celestial cape Echoes the profound mystery unveiling… The forest of swamps with eclectic undergrowth reinvigorates the Power of the Master Potter… From the aquatic sphere to…

No alarm Just our eyes opening As if on cue We look for purpose Right beside us And we rise to face the music Coffee, that shot of sweet darkness With just a hint of even sweeter cream Miles pass by Speed The engine of…

You would often say,” I want to go by the water.” The salty smell and temperamental waves brought you peace eventually became your sanctuary. You loved how the deep blues and somber grays mimicking the rich clouds in the sky. As you watched the fishes…

Tribalism: It is us vs them, an endless war.Whites vs blacks, blacks vs whites. It is like chess, but we can’t say checkmate. We should remove the notion of Us vs them and start seeing people as equal as men. Remove the labels, remove hate…