Towers cross the sky
Legs bulky, bulging at the seam
Trudging thru the badlands
If you are as broken as I know you are
Your comfort is earned when nearer, not far.
(Love Lace #7)
Read MoreWhat happens to me when it’s over?
I know the leaves will orange and crunch in beautiful death
But so far it seems I’m destined to remain like the tree:
Barren and over-chilled.
We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.
My Dear Sweet Grace,
Mine Maiden Unfiltered and Unfair, I pray to see you one day soon. These little screens of divide do drain us of intimate moments and bolster such a power I haven’t the time nor prowess to hurdle.
(Love Lace #5)
Read MoreWhat is there say
When words fade away
And tomorrow looks darker
Than yesterday?
(Love LACE #4)
Read MoreI noticed her
as her walk dimmed the rest of the world.
Her aura or air or God gene
Pressed my sights onto her.