Trust in me, you said, and your hand clasped mine. Your arms encircled me and you kissed me deep and hard. You held me tightly as your emotion-- your total energy-- flowed from your body to mine. Trust in me, you said. Belong to me, you meant. Yes, I will, I replied-- forever. --1990
A soft, metallic taste fills my mouth when your lips kiss me. Your lips are soft and sweet--what I have waited for so long. I forgave you your trespasses, and you delivered me to evil. --1990
You feed me, clothe me. You protect me from the dangers of love alone. What you have given me is more than a friendship. It is life. --1989
Hold me in your warmth, comfort me in your embrace. Kiss my soul with your lips so cool, give me passage to your world. Touch my heart with your cold compassion, light my way with the black of your eyes. --1989
You run your hand across my leg---- a trail of fire follows. You have become a fever, burning in my soul. And I like it. --1990
I'm very tired. Please let me sleep Here in your arms. --1990
The day you came into my life, you gave me roses. The thorns pricked my fingers. But you haven't hurt me since, and I know you never will. --1989
A young man wandered along Life's road seeking his fortune so well, When he stumbled upon a sweet, young maid weeping in a misty green dale. "What causes your tears, young maid," said he, "who left you here all alone? You must soon seek shelter for the day will soon be gone." "I wait here … Continue reading Rime of the Willow–1995
Darling you are to me, dearly bringing me closer to death--and life. But forever you call, and never are you near. Dare you stay from me, refusing my ecstacy. 1993
I don't read the papers (except for 'Ann Landers'). I refuse to watch CNN. I had friends who fought a war just to prove a point. (real macho) I see healthy people starving in the streets on my way to work. I see teenagers with babies they don't want, selling drugs they don't need. Lots … Continue reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Adult–1993
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