Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...
Listening to the delicate murmur of your heart
that echoes without words...
That when
you open my heart at the seams...
She stood silhouetted by the fading sun;
amber light painted her in magical strokes...
Thighs
strangled...
If my heart was of bone
Instead of muscle tone...
When we separated
I inherited the equity of sorrow...
Distance vanishes between us each time
As we meet in this special place of mine...
Valentine day is almost here
I sit here sinking in my fear...
I am not good at science, but I am good at...
And feelings are words expressed thinly...
Feminine lips capture my heart.
Firing desire before we start...
In homage - splicer of Aladdin's reel;
a bow, beneath the centered piece so drawn...