we long to tell the future ( Read more... )

percolating in the strange juices of the night ( Read more... )

little one ( Read more... )

abandoning a position of power to engage on a more personal level... being gracious in defeat and in victory... commiserating... trying to reassure, provide strength from my own experience... locking eyes... legs intertwined, but not with mine... my tie, his neck, pulling... (not knowing what to make of these things so attempting to release them as ( Read more... )

Crawl across towards your window ( Read more... )

out on the outskirts ( Read more... )

when you first took my hand ( Read more... )

at the bottom of the world ( Read more... )

how simple
and satisfying
it would be
to raise my hand
and touch your face
to caress your cheek
to draw you close
and match your lips to mine
exchanging breath
giving each other life
something of ourselves
a momentary unity
in which there is nothing
but me
and you

few rewards for the good man ( Read more... )