The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
Category: Romance
Bonfire
The chapter on burning and touching
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
In The End: Rough Hands/Tempered Hearts
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Fingertips
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
Hurricane
We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?
