(Dedicated to friends who'll say..'I do' once...
(and together take their love, enjoy and explore...

Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...

If I move angel around
you would see it from...

I walked alone-
upon a blank canvas...

The suspense that filled
me, when I would wait...

Oh yey, oh yey...
Right to each and every one and all...

To all invitees and any other party entries
your cranky, calamities of collaborations...

It must be said,
my words speak true...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

I know how lonely,
you must feel...

Pen at the ready, and
Off I go...

two flowers
crushed between...