Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Fever Pitch Fever pitching Voices rising Season for Witching Toiling, boiling, brewing Klaxons blaring, houses burning Stirred up all...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...

It can be difficult, even when things are going well, to not get our wires crossed or follow those paths we are most tempted to follow....

Sometimes we find ourselves nowhere in particular. Consumed with a kind of empty dread, a numbing feeling of not belonging anywhere and...