Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...

Winds of fire caress thine heart,
watching faces within a courtyard...

Antique sunsets of your sincere heart;
hold depth alike moonlights glow...

I offered to you,
-all I had...

When,
Orchid butterflies...

Puncture intoxicating "pricks" of a rose...
Oh I do believe that was a metaphor soaked in...

We'd meet with shells and a camera,
toes tap dancing over bluebottle jellyfish and...

Eighteen years I have,
breathed fire upon lady beetles...

"Dance with me" He whispered, draping a...
Slowly my eyes became bloodshot raped by his...

The dip between her chin and
collar bone has mouths parted like...

Sometimes,
in the shadow world...

Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...