Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...

Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...

When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...

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Has anyone noticed...

i miss this
you and me...

“my soul is …” she said thoughtfully
“wait. Hold that thought. Let me get a glass of...

guide me, help me
like you always do...

“I know. I know.
There’s much to be done...

a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...

my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...