The monster that I am, vanished as I found you.
Monster
Almost Enough
The promise of love, it was almost enough.
Everyday Love
Love swell to be as natural and necessary as breathing. That golden, everyday love was a face smiling at me before I go to sleep.
Too Honest
The best poems I have ever done felt too honest.
Too Short
She began to discover life wasn't too short: laughter and love were the answer.
Absolute
I would have given you a love so absolute.
Fierce Longings
The fierce longings of his heart was alien. He had grown to realize he brooded a cynical image of the world. A figure came to him in sleep, her face veiled but desire traversed his memory.
Worship
The worship of his eyes without shame drew her in.
His Soul
His soul gazed into her eyes. Was that poetry?
That Summer
Sun-strained and in love, all I could think of was how I was free. Pour me a last drop of that summer.
