A little three year old
scampers crossed a creek...

Nailed to a beast
upon a rock...

I've worn holes in my slippers
for all the times these feet have...

I was fumbling with angora,
champagne, with a hint of...

My eyes blacken within
A cave of twisted seas and turns...

She echoed peaceful
melodies within poetic...

I have an obsession with poetry
a domination that seeps through...

She balanced a smile
on the edge of a cliff...

I looked into the eyes
of a road map, stained...

This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...

Traveling upon a memory
with organic pleasures...

She tries to be a lady
but her moods are often shady...