Sometimes you must let people go because their pieces no longer fit. This departure is for the betterment of your energy, your space and your precious life.

If you're afraid of the thorn, you truly don't deserve the rose.

Take her on a date to a book store—So she may get a better idea of who you are…to see your expressions while perusing the classics, poetry, erotica. She needs to see how you react to books she adores. Will your eyes light up when she asks you to read to her some more? She wants to experience how you taste your words. She wants to know if you get lost in different worlds and if you find magic when you gaze into a book. For her, this will be the initial hook.

He is the shadow that follows me into dark places.

Intoxicate me with the beauty and breath of your soul.Leave such imprints on my heart that you come to me in dreams,and I will leave you with eternal light,cherishing you until the end of time through synchronicity, through poetry, through mystery and undeniable energy.

You drink your whiskey,I’ll drink my wine.Later when we’re fevered and tipsywe’ll make savage love divine.Until then,let’s swim in the warm, opal sea of each other.Crash a few innocent waves,skinny dip, laugh and get lost in thoseblood-pumping hearts,and for a timeforget all our broken parts.

She’s always been a wild forest,a creature of the night.

You are an exquisite masterpiece,created from the stars, the sun,the sea and the moon.And that is one hell of a colossal cosmic collaboration!

Off the Santorini cliff on a dark, starless night, I tossed a message in a bottle and love found me washed up on the black lava sand of the Aegean shore. As with my previous loves, volcanic in nature. Almost destructive before it started.