I love a woman A rare flower in the sun My inspiration

I’ll behave in the setting sun, When you’re not around the chambered room, And maybe this is what life is supposed to be? People running carelessly through other’s hearts, Never knowing how to keep anything together, We rummage through drawers and fall apart, The sunken…

We’ve been together so long now, you’n I. You hardly waivered through my college years, and you have always held me when I’ve cried; especially through all the burdened tears. Now I’ve graduated, and you’re ready for us to move on and out with our…

Marry me for my bad jokes. The ones that our dad would probably make. And that sometimes you know… you find them funny. Or make them to yourself. Marry me for the way we watch sad movies together. As I cringe and cry with you…

No one ever said learning to love yourself would be easy. It actually seems to me possibly the hardest thing I have ever done. That’s saying a lot from a rape survivor, someone who has placed two children for adoption, has been a victim of…

Daylight is dying and fading. As the birds hath stop singing. An old sun begins its descent. Not a thing I have done do I resent. Sitting out in the beauty of the day. Writing words of things I should say. Conversation with a lover or…

There’s some beauty beneath the troves of pillows. A sweet ocean of cotton, marred by mass. As we rearrange furniture as young people do. Interior decorating the best we can together. I fancy such a tidy woman as yourself obviously. It is about accommodation and…

Poem 8 For The Hour Eight sail me through the Venice we need to kiss like prince and princess eternal love that is bridge of sighs hear us please we need to give our hearts forever bliss we need to ride the gondolas keep our…