i walk into the confessional like a monk seeking
there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers
Stranded in Babylon Searching for the Most Ancient of… In the Eye of the Tempest Faith Guides My Way To You
for the one who has ears to hear nature calls
do you feel that more importantly do you
Eve my tattooed nun born with a heart free from the bondage of sin for all is permissible
*read top to bottom then bottom to… writers writing readers intently
Stripped Clean Can you imagine a day Stripped clean of all distractions Where two people could hold each o… And shelter each other from the wo…
The best things in life Cannot be bought or sold They are given freely By the one’s we love...
In my dreams Whether experienced in the waking Or upon sojourning slumbers shore Is seen the visage of a rose aflam… It drifts there in the vacuum of m…
GOD did surely touch those lips that uttered the sweetest kiss ever known to man that which even in the darkest hour delivered on the promise of loves eternal embrace the flower of long...
As I crossed the threshold of her door, which the perverted love of others disuses, thus making the crooked path look straight... Yet there I found myself in her lair, with only slight ...
the journey and the destination caressing with invisible arms
Yonder lies my love... Away from where The west wind blows... Away from where The fern tree grows...
wind and rain provide dancing flames
