I kissed her Not rushing only seeking What made her blush, that taste on her lips What was she used to? Rough and meaningless?
Crooked body in the glass Though, glass is only glass My darling, and you are more than that Skin is stuck to your bones
What wasn’t meant to be perfect Should that mean it is flawed? Evolved in to solar from her hailing love Should one perceive as too refulgent?
Artful Crafty specific Pick by prick Pieces Your bête noire Sketches Pieces Thrown to bin Inside out Unpretty
Your mirrors broken inside it’s distorted frame Glass Twists your simple face, and I know it’s controlling you Echoed voices, Ricochet like bullets in your brain
Inner Core Of Desire
Nothing binds me No strings, no wires This burning sensation This hunger in my belly This greed is insatiable
30 years ago
Remember me as I was not as I am Remember me kind and cheerful Not a bitter fool looking for his watch Someone other than a hopeless soul
Two of a kind
I am not sure what to ask for I have never known light in the dark recreated traumatic memories beseech me Am I true? Am I false?