She's like a tulip that's still gorgeous even though she just can't open up.

Your eyeshave fingersthat grip me bythe collar ofmy soul &pull meinto you.

She goes down like the sunset & brings the sweetest night creatures howling out of me.

It's so hard to think about designing our dream home when all l wanna do is lay you out like a blueprint & bring you the lumber you require.

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.

You are theremedy of intensityi need in my life, tospin me out of themiserable monotonyof working on life'sdaily assemblylines.

Beauty made love to your eyes and gave birth to my unborn smile.

She was his Eve. He was her fall. He'd make the leaves of her trees blush, then he'd undress them all.

She danced in the shower of my words & I fell softly: Upon her.