Cinder Girl
An ember sparked will softly glow, and fed by fuel, will grow and grow. I once was cinder, sparked by you, first timid. . . till the flames then grew. …
Tag: love
My perfume is sweeter
My perfume is sweeter than Vegas, than streets littered with naked cardboard women, than flashing lights and men impersonating Elvis. My perfume fills up this empty bed with the way …
Rejoice the Thorns
If it is borne upon a rose, a thorn I shall not mind. The cost is very slight. If I should pick a lovely rose that pricks my thumb, then …
The Thunderstorm
Outside, the night is filled with mighty thunder; within, there dwells sweet harmony’s domain. And though bright lightning rips the sky asunder my heart explodes with gratitude again, for we …