I wanderlust round this world for you...
vulnerable, as years have passed softly...

You've helped me be strong,
yet now on this bitter night...

Eyes of fury and frost
will forever taunt you...

You once spoke of love being anchored,
perhaps stagnant against the current...

At times patience becomes antique, yet I'm often...

She often danced like
a flamingo. Stiletto legs...

I'm not sure you know I no longer visit you for it...

Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...

It's those freckles of affection
throughout my day that make all...

I love snippets of poetry;
how often they are bite-sized...

Often I wish I could catch
the sunset in my palms...

Words become salvaged
yet never lose their sparkle...