you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.