my path is waved by the vibrations of geometric violas and violins constructing a staircase down the spiral cochlea tube of my fateful infinity an eustachian descent into the mouth of madness that is dancing on the edge of...Read More
Mayday, Mayday. It’s me. Red striped telephone can in one hand and a picture of you in my dreams Laughing and playing in the kitchen while we cook the memories that never were taking over me Ground control to major tom. 5...Read More
I like him Because I made memories with him A patchwork quilt of lust and wonder Stitched together like tales from brothers grim I made memories with him. Hid them in my cornea asunder But he wants to forget them write me off as...Read More
Perhaps you wonder why I become so entrapped within your gaze. Stupefied, I am. Your beauty is a sight from which I cannot look away. From the moment you took my hand, is where our adventure begins. And I try to catalog every...Read More
Hello to the man whom makes my swiss cheese heart, swish with such anticipation of the waterfall of beauty that spills from his pallet. I rejoice in his aura which cloaks me wherever I roam. I walk a path of golden bricks with...Read More
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