I love you Jim
from toes to limb...

Lacing stitches in delicate fashion,
I wrapped my cry in a tea stained...

I am the night sky that can be heard
in a dark tunnel of a past that haunts...

Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...

Dressing upon an early morn,
designing a feminine look...

If I was born free,
then I am a bird of flight...

Underneath these eyelids of mine
Are tears held in captivity...

I cascade
across tender roots...

Spiritual fingers,
they called me home...

French kiss
my thoughts within...

Burping and slurping my way through the straw
I find a new dimension, a traveling flaw...

I've written words, confessions from my soul,
Emotions taking over, spinning out of control...