Morning Heart

Morning Heart

I do not regret our love But it has me here with a love-bruised  And swollen  Heart that won’t stop aching  And moaning. It will be awhile before I am out in the world with a fresh smile. So I am laying here and waiting And my mind still can’t imagine a...
To Those Who Would Love a Dancer

To Those Who Would Love a Dancer

She is a dancer. Her hips don’t lie and everyone knows it. A woman’s body in motion is mesmerizing And dangerous? Dangerous to the man who thinks he owns her, Strong hands her with possessiveness. He is a trembling boy inside, Afraid he might crumble if...
Pickle in Aloneness

Pickle in Aloneness

I don’t want to be alone. I wake up with a pit of heaviness and emptiness in my chest.  It aches. Aching, heavy, pit of emptiness.  I call this ache “loneliness”.  I ache to feel the loving embrace of someone who adores me, a soulmate. I want to be...
Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.How are they related? What do they have in common?I’ve been asking myself these questions consciously for the past several weeks…and I’ve been living these questions for years, without knowing it.I sensed that sex, love, and genius...