Waiting needs baiting
Baiting seeds dating...

"Friends and Hungry Artists"
A sigh...

Protecting from loves nether
Tortured my mind and lover...

Orange has no rhymes?
I've heard this too many times...

In the depth of my agony
I found something that still pleased me...

I found a noble brook
In this land of desolation...

Comfortable in your arms
Without the hurt you paint my heart...

We made love down on the beach
Shared our dreams at many parks...

Arms fold shyly from their span
He bends his knees, as back is crooked forward...

Gentle hands upon the railing
Loose cotton over body...

If only I could see the street I'm on
I could turn on a crossroad and be gone...

We were vagrants, we were strangers
As we joined on barren earth...