wandering through the stacked books
with delicate frames atop a sloped nose
shoulder length locks of leather brown
your physicians fingers on a book spine
honey eyed glances thrown over to me

sweet lips mumble poetic pages to themself
I hear pages rustle and soft sweaters shift
as you close the book and come over to sit
hands clasped on the table we chatter
and hour will fly by enraptured by you

Plush knots tie delicately,
gentle around the neck..

   death never felt so soft,

                                               silence..

whenever their words are sandpaper
that aggressively rubs her heart
and forms stinging cuts,
her hands always reach for
her soft, fluffy, warm blanket.
as it envelops her in its warmth,
her heart heals the cuts
and becomes soft again.

keeping your femininity
after you've
weathered unimaginable storms
is a high form
of rebellion.

our deepest desires
shine under the soft light.
they always catch fire
as we whisper good night.

Gentle, gentle, she sets the snare,
gentle, my love, soft strokes in my hair
Careful, careful, her kiss ghosts across mine,
careful, my darling, tongue dripping with wine.

Caress me, gentle now, don't be afraid,
show me your sweetness, show me you're brave
Kiss me, careful, give me your touch,
show me how you love me ever so much.

Soft, gentle little thing, expose yourself to me,
I can show you what it truly means to be free
Play with me, dance for me again and again,
dance with me, my darling, in the cold, dark rain.

To my wife

Sometimes I will come to you in your dreams
as unexpected and uninvited guest.
Do not leave me outside in the street -
do not block up the doors.

I'll enter quietly, sit down softly,
and gaze upon you in the dark.
When my eyes have gazed their fill -
I'll kiss you and depart.