leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
may my touchalways…be tenderas i would strokemother’s cheekswhen she cried.
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
I was coming together…limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.
..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.
When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.