Cherry

Her Protector

Scarlet and angry orange were the flames which illuminated his face as he slept, wrapped tightly in cloak and blanket, and curled close to the warmth.

Love Ladders

Can one hear the voice of a lover within one's own heart? Does the sound of the other travel through space and time to ignite the flame of one's soul, animating one's being?

dreaming others

brown eyes, across the room, a radiation of energy passing through, full of warmth and cheer.

"another beauty"

for RR.

My solar plectrum pains

You only miss me, when I'm not with you. Solar plectrums free. At times I feel you do.

Not Right.

This don't feel right, For a Saturday night, I don't know what to do, About these feelings inside. I need to sort myself out, Before it happens and i find out, That the time is too late,

Half Of My Heart <3 (free verse)

A poem for someone I miss so much it hurts

WONDER

Sometimes I like to imagine you sitting in some tastefully decorated room, a glass of wine lazy in your hand, your lips red from its taste, and thoughts of me gentle in your mind.

THE FINAL SIMPLICITY OF HURT

Your soft, simple goodbye bled my ears and hurt my heart, hurt my heart, hurt my heart, and now my heart slowly stops. Edward Lee

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