Alabaster cinched in ebony velvet A golden comb glitters, worked to match jeweled straps Ever patient unruffled she waits Delicate carmine nostrils and lips Never flare or curl But she’s been holding that fan for hours and she Leans on her free hand, fingers…

Rhonda, my love. This dress does you honor. Revealing your soft, alabaster skin The velvet is the perfect foil To you auburn hair. Rhonda, my dear It gives me great pleasure To take you to supper with me Afterwards as we stroll past the shops…

A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens.  Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain.  Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch.  She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…

Opalescent smile— Rosy cheeks— Enchanted lover.

I’ve been peculating the parts of you     every evening and storing them   in my soul’s jar   everytime I peek into the jar   The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air

I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…

Silence fills the Courtroom Pregnant with expectation The question has been asked Everyone poised, waiting Waiting for the response. I swear, I take this solemn vow Every word I say is true Though difficult to believe Believe it you must. I speak nothing but the…

Few yellow pages, Some sun-kissed words, One bright, buoyant and beautiful prose.

  I’ve asked a million times to pick up your room but you Always leave it to the last nano second Good thing nobody Ever Visits.