Poetry

How could I have expectations? With your every inhale I pass through each cell of your radiant body, With your every exhale I'm reborn, a fountain of mirrors in the eyes of countless Angels. What expectations could I have? And so I lie my head in your arms, close my...

Now I remember. Buried in a murder of crows, wings fluttering in directionless patterns, feet resting in their warm breath... ...silence... ...a single heart beat... and they screamed in unison, breaking free pulling scattering me throughout infinite space so I could...

Converging in this centerless horizon the screen is blinding as we embrace in a single dance... how beautiful that I will forget your name, finally knowing you.

Eyes that remind me, inspire a longing for delicate words, pulling and pushing translucent colors through my spine, arching and reaching for you. The flick of your tongue illuminated a diamond in my heart, inducing a sweat so sensual Angels couldn't help but stare,...

As I walk in the cold, Love pulls on my clothes, Asks me to give it a rest And keep an old friend warm.

love doodles left and forgotten like a stage play written but never performed

Self-imprisonment, lost in the Divine reflections isolated, gripped by garlands of projections, strung together by misguided hopes of my mind. Somniferous words won't help, even when touched by time.

(Featured in my short film, "Love's Invitation", winner of Best Screenplay) As I held your hand, I felt the last breath leave your lips, Taking my tenderness with it. Buried under emptiness, I only prayed for the sun To lovingly scorch my body, So that I might be...

I went into my past machete in hand to gather pieces of old lovers, a perfect creation I hoped to stitch together with fear, but something wasn't right... I couldn't breathe life into my creation, and beauty passed as I stood waiting...