Tears run down her face,
Uncontrolled and free.
She can’t keep them in place;
They pour because of me.

Her hurting, like a cloud,
Obscuring what I know.
It shouldn’t be allowed
For grief to clearly flow.

Mascara shows a trail;
A road that leads to sorrow.
Our love that’s now so frail
Will never see tomorrow.

I know I won’t forget,
Those streaks like autumn rain,
An image of regret;
Like glass stained with her pain



If I could../
I would…/
Grab you like I was rude…/
Strip you nude…/
Rough enough to make u feel good…/
You’d push me like you not in tune…/
And dare to leave, but u won’t…/
Coz you know we just right…/
And you like it when I hold you tight…/
Close enough that you gasp abit../
Our hearts skip a beat…/
The tension builds in bits…/
And when w feel we cant handle the heat…/
We dont retreat…/
We dont quit…/
We make love like there is no tomorrow…/
You follow…??


I wanted to watch you shave

but I didn’t

It seemed imperative

to leave the room

To leave the night before and

the longing

As if it would tangle around our legs

trip us 

Surrendering our dreams 

to the sun
I wanted to put your toothbrush
in my mouth
Peirce the tip of my finger on the blade
of your razor
Watch the crimson teardrop form
on the arc of the moon
And put my finger between your parted 

Pony-tailed, Never Braided 

The memory of you still hasn’t faded.
Though feminine you wouldn’t wear the stamp,

With hair pony-tailed and never braided.
Curiosity kept you un-jaded;

Serious, but playful, you weren’t a scamp.
The memory of you still hasn’t faded.
Other girls wore clothes finely brocaded;

You ignored the persuasion to revamp

With hair pony-tailed and never braided.
You weren’t one to stay where it was shaded

And though fair-skinned the sunlight was your lamp;

The memory of you there hasn’t faded.
Soon you’ll kiss the boy who’s still undated.

Last Saturday we dropped you off at camp,

Your hair was pony-tailed, still unbraided.
Though your grace was always understated

And you could dress up finer than a champ

The memory of you still will go unfaded:

Your hair was pony-tailed, never braided