Monday, March 28, 2011

Alright, Brain.

You've got the evidence.

Now go with it.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Blessed water,
the clear and crystal line
that traces where
my thoughts have been.
The wind that runs its fingers
over her skin
is the most honest
touch
I know.

It is within the speechless,
that I find the truest lover.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011