I love the way you slither down
My throat, a smooth dry burn...

She lays in the grass,
And stares at the moon...

I'm crying
For I can't stop smiling...

Her gaze could light a fire,
Though rain falls from the sky...

I loved too much back then
Love too little now...

Once
They called me poet...

Jim, he whispers to her,
Angels call her name...

On this
My trail of solitude...

Love you more than yesterday
For every day is new...

A fancy tickled,
Unrestrained...

The things you do to me,
Anger...

Touch me
Tease me...