Ovally, my love
It happens
This is my mouth
It stings
I am guilty
Of nothing
Category Archives: Love
I like it
When you stand there sometimes, with the night hanging softly over your right brow. .
No more fighting left
For every nectar of regret
Love precisely pauses
And awaits
A way of breathing
That cannot be said
Or written
Lives within us
Selflessly ticking
Like bloom
I need
You, the softer side of my voice.
