Passion squeezes my logic dry, copious, alive – sense unclear. Explosion of feelings gone awry that I try to fight, and fear. But how can I deny the force you so eagerly supply? Your gloves that fit so firmly well upon my hands that sweetly swell? But physically do we dare to tread where others … Continue reading Denial
Poetry
Masquerade
Enters the one hope fears to see, disgust and adoration beam, not wanting sight nor sound nor word nor innuendo slightly heard Of how one lives or lives thus touched for some whose lives not touched so much. So silence soothes the hopeless fool, more soothing than a hungry soul. With solitude time does so … Continue reading Masquerade