I like how boats and shores connect: a bold thrust into the cleaving sands and then all is still.
You can’t love me until you love my words.
Silence is only beautiful when all is explained and understood, else it is a deafening roar with possibilities and “maybe”s
Standing on the bridge I wonder whether there are more yesterdays or more tomorrows, so I’d know which way to go.
Stone-skipping questions across the Lake of Life has only shown me how each are lost near the horizon.
Every puddle has your voice screaming – “Come on! Jump in. It will be fun” And I walk away, like you did.
A dog is your best teacher and lover. For everything else there is a book.
Dreams of you under the sun are less warm than dreams of you under the stars.
Kiss me. Now. Stop. Wait. Kiss me again. Stop. Kiss my collar bone. Stop. Let’s talk because I don’t feel you. I can’t hear you. Stop. Stop.
Making love one word at a time