Sometimes we have to choose to not take ourselves too seriously - Ooo... So here's a poem. Bye. Oooo. (Bayou???)
Elegant Tracings
I look up at my Lover-dear and make my way back to kiss her nose
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Apocryphal State
Is this not the same place in which most men die?
What I Have (Sights and Sounds and Scenes)
Love that, without the world, I'd have never known
But this I know, and this I need: as my Lover clasps my hand, I shall continue on, and breathe
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
I Shall Not Sleep Instead
A senseless adage of “early to rise, early to bed,” so I shall not sleep instead
Blushing
The morning sky blushes at the sight of us
December Rose 