Lying on my bed of dread
alone...

The colour fades
from her cheeks...

Drenched in a swathe of salacious satin.
She unwraps her furtive confectionery...

I would love Sunday afternoon
when Granny would...

April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...

Domicile digs within a concrete shell
of a pallid place where I used to dwell...

i love how you are the sound
of ice, when it cracks and crackles...

Pear-drops trickle from
Sugared rays and fall...

A natural recital is
composed between two...

If only-
you could really see...

I can be silly.
I like being silly...

Traffic lights and traffic
drive me crazy all day...