The tonalities of our identities
Sequencing this love to sweet
The loving laughter of our depth
Reviving my hands in this room
My sticky leaves woodpecking our scent
How I have missed our unbribed love
The miracle of my unceasing role now rests
Thump gushing this old heart of mine
Daily Archives: May 18, 2012
Love, They Say
love some might say is like a
promise destined to be fulfilled
or failed and in so doing thus
demean he who loves with such
crass indignation and base guile
others may seek to define love
in the most selfless and pretty
way as an act of piety or even
altruism depicting fowl flying
forth only to return if love be true…
Please Read for Your improper Gardens seeking Answers about Love!
Strings molding Humans
If you have 15 minutes to spare
Listen and alter your color
Your hillside memory
Remain awake and architecture’d
Self loving every crevice inside your chest
With Them
My world is so deliciously green. If I could run and hide from this judicial stream. Use my fingers hush pebbling the scheduled scenes. I would gain the excitement of always seeing their face. For I love nothing more than THIS in our vibrant grace.
I love these tadpoles so much, eloping is always contemplated.
Piously Paused
Simple noise keying
Brass chanting hope
Willingly convincing the bolted joy
