The Desire.

What's up with this life of mine, So strenuous yet so light, Rather boring yet with those whirlwinds. Seeping through is an inbred desire, Feeding my heart and ravaging my soul, To wraparound the illogical and the dysfunctional, And arcing around to hit the bullseye. The desire is such that it weeps for attention, Seeks …

Surging of two souls together

With my eyes closed, lips pursed, Hands low and body immersed, I lay still on bed, Repenting of the pieces, I gave of me, In place that never contoured. Once I let go of all the bitterness, I secretly had stored in the gashes that decorate my heart, I met you! And once for all, …