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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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