I’ve never been able to satisfy my raging starvation for communication, I desire to discover unique ways in which to loose my pen upon these lists of sheet. I dream to drip ink as others wish for long baths, hot … Continue reading
My left hand rustles through
the pages My right joins in,
strange harmony beat of heat,
I’m in the moment I could
keep turning pages but old memories’ grasp ahold.
Knocked the air out out away from
I cannot breath in your presence.