You give me comfort. When all I can see are grey skies, you make my smile shine bright again. In the dark, every time I start to feel fear you tell me you’re right here and to hold on and lean on you. You give me comfort. When I want to lose faith you hold ...

Who needs to bring a knife to a gunfight, when all you have to do is leave your heart wide open? Hand them the match, what will they do? Will they let your heart go up in flames, and be consumed by the smoke inhalation, and turn to ash? Or will they give your heart ...

My mind feels like a puzzle Made from pieces I’ve found along the way Not a complete set And with no picture to speak of. Sitting here with a rattled mind Wondering what I should do Doing everything in my power To distract myself from what I’m supposed to do I always wonder why I ...

The heat from your lips starts to warm my body from within, I arch my back from your gentle touch, The restraints kept me in place, I’m bounded to this bed by your aching love and your gentle touch.

Illuminated skull Misshapen by shadows Casting a gaunt face Held tightly against the bones By shimmery tacks of light A hollow vessel, for nothing, resides Where shadows hide Unilluminated, darkened by the increasing black shadows Stealing peace of mind Agitation in the jaw Grinding broken teeth Like shattered glass Embedded in the gums and the ...

What wretchedness ‘Tis to be born the wrong sex ‘Specially, so if one’s royalty and that’s what befell Queen Mary of Scotland just a wee lass crowned at six months old harried over the border to her betrothed Francis petted and pampered beautiful Queen of France. Though the fates would deny this union of happy ...

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes in the fabric of time, the moon hovers benign and besmirched its surface pocked and shaded.   Silence is golden.   But there will be no riches tonight screeching interrupts my ...

Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup passes with cheer So splendid a sight ...

As the sun began to bleed  At dusk and the birds Gathered for the evening chorus, I began to wonder if this was A dream.   Your hands were so small, Your eyes never got to see  Pinks and reds of dawn,  Let alone this sunset, or a Full moon.   I had waited so ...

What are your hands really for? What are a pair of hands true purpose? My hands are there to hold you at your weakest; to hold you at your strongest. Turn my palms into cups so that they catch the tears you shed.    My fingers will act as ties to keep you from going ...