Poems from Dragonslayer
Home is the smell of a linen closet,
with its never ending array of
canvased colors consisting of
extra bedding for the unexpected ...
What happened to the days
where I would wake to the sound
of rain drops gently kissing the rooftop,
and slowly form my body into a ...
You realize what you’ve done
The minute the words trailed
off your breath and gently
breathed life into the reality
of what has really been...
Our eyes locked
Lip locked
Eye contact to the
Extreme
His hand, made from porcelain
Gently brushed
My olive freckles
Over high...
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
My eyes pleaded with yours
My soul was screaming
For affirmation
And yet
You never noticed
And walked...