Sometimes you can smell it  From the pores,  In just the right amount of proximity  This desire, a naughty thing  To be close  To be felt  To be dangerously understood  The fight for intimacy is clawing  An angry thing screaming for softness  So loud, so insistent that  Sometimes you dare  For a look, a conversation, a tether  Signaled in kind eyes yet  Often a false alarm  In that moment of recoup, a decision  To grow harder Or to allow a momentary love  A gesture with no pl

Reflection an image seen in a mirror, in whose likeness? The mirror bestowed at birth The one always being molded, manufactured,...

Tick tock, tick tock Nobody can stop the clock Tick tock, tick tock… Summer daze, endless haze Walking hand in hand Feet in the sand,...