Here, I find myself locked and loaded, in my bed, leaning, with charged-up, sweet emotions, wondering, dreaming, about where they (these feelings) can possibly go. Will they travel a few more boring, lonely byways to find you? To get to you? Will they trip and scale your rocky, musical mountain? Can they wade through our duly […]
I Go Missing Too {Love Poem No. 43}
In my letters to you, if I indeed wrote letters to you, I would write everything, and also nothing, nothing at all, of any real substance, and you would eat my everything, and my nothing too, and you would savor every bit of it, you would gobble all my words, that fill those pages and pages, and all […]