I can smell you skin I can taste your mouth
I can feel your fingers trace my spine...

I may be a bit unorthodox
But I love you...

My sweet JoDee
Every time you say my name...

When last I wrote you
I claimed to have lost my inspiration...

This poem has no title
For I hold no place in my muse’s...

I would pray that I should have your love
But no god bears the power to bestow upon me your...

She kept his picture in her silver locket
She showed it to him as she slipped the knife from...

She kept his picture in her silver locket
She showed it to him as she slipped the knife from...

Inhale-- the air is dark and thick
try to swallow, but this stuff sticks...

We're the only ones
you and me in this lonely circle...

Upon what pedestal shall I put thy name
And by what color should one call your eyes...