And I
will sit
outside
your heart's
door, and
wait and
listen and
collect all
of the
broken pieces
of your
dreams
gone by .


and I
will hold
them close
to mine.
and covet
them deep
in the most
purest places
of my soul.
until they
all come
true.

I have come
to know
you in the
star bursts
of your eyes,


and gentle
curl of
your hair,

the easy

parting
of your lips.


and  I find
myself to  
in the daydreams
of you in
my walks,


and feel you
in the
winds that
surround
my face,


and the salt
spray that
reaches up
to me from
the Santa Barbara

sea.
I carry you
everywhere
with me
in the remains
of my days,


and it will
never be
my place
to wonder
why..

I breathe

I think of

you.they

become one

in the same.

Without
hesitation
I would
give up
forever,

for a day
to be
spent
with you,

nothing old
everything
new.

the touch
of your
hand for
the first
time,

the seal
of our
lips
under
stars.

the sound
of your
voice,

the dance
of your
eyes.

listening
to your
heart
with my
ear
pressed
close,

the unveiling
of love
in your
touch.

the bond
of passion
and secret
wishes
on our
tongues.

yes

without
regret

I would
give up
forever
for a day
to be
spent with

you.

No longer
caught
between the
struggle for
love and
the loneliness
of a warm
body to
fill your
bed.

love has
come to
take your
hand and
heart
this day.

and make
your spirit
bleed into
the heart
of the other.

and will
your sighs
be heard
deep into
the night
until all
your strength
is gone.

and as
this world
turns one
more time,

will you
christen
the night
with your
tears of
joy.

to be
the bride
you were
always meant
to be.

the wife
to be
cherished
beyond
all else.

and may
love's
dreams
fill your
head and
his arms
be always
there to
hold
you.

like the
two sides
of a rainbow.

one unable
to exist
without

the other.

The one-off bag is by Louis Vouitton
The sheath dress by Dolce & Gabbana
The low-top shoes by Christian Louboutin  
The vaporisation is by Sukhoi

Evening wear goes with biologicals
Retro pantsuits with a casual bomb
Alice Archer jeans for a weekend massacre
Jonathan Simkhai swimwear for an ocean boil

Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh…

She turns every head when she enters the room
But The People’s Army delivers the BOOM

From the dust of chaos comes order,
For in that rubble, ideas are gleaned.
From the bright light of death comes the darkness of life,
From us comes everything in between.