Thistles were born
from a purple passion...

Plagued images
of rapture, torment...

I've exhausted my anguish
locked It away within a snowflake...

James it's your birthday,
And I have something to say...

My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...

August comes to mind
lingering in deathly words...

When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...

Forbidden kisses
of a blackberry soul...

Nothing escapes a mind that can't forget
such as a shadowed entity that cries...

Silence , still -
For the poetic...

Your bubbling beauty
aches to release...

As he lays beside me sleeping
I can't help but feel so helpless...