My work is not meant to be beautiful.
My work is meant to be poetic…
Depths
Lover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…
Silence
My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…
People Talking
If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…
Flowers in My Garden
I started reaching into my mind again, reaching into the deep depths of it where I had previously buried all my thoughts and ideas and goals…