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Resilience I hear the children in the fieldsat play, their swings squeaking with the oils of naive protection. Do we know what lies beyond for..

The Vacuum We knew each other well, we tasted one another’s passion. Intimate, fulfilling desires that held moist skin in the sweat of fulf..

Filigree Heart Judge not those whose hearts you cannot see, whose soul is buried deep within the womb of their safe haven. Do not count me in ..

Glory I stood, talking business and longed to press my lips to your desire for the first time. I yearned to feel your breasts pressed to my c..

New Rooms Oxford is full of new rooms and students, and tourists, and push bikes. Its dreaming spires are photographed and painted, captured ..

You Cannot See Me I was long lost; searching to be seen. You found me, entreated my attention, and I came to cherish you heart and body and sou..

Concrete In Your Heart Your reincarnation did not last. You returned with no more wisdom than before; No further offering, no insight, no promis..

That I Would Die For Let me cleanse you of your pain, like a gentle summer shower that leaves the air refreshed. Let me wash away your guilt, l..

Do I Still Have Faith For ten days I mourned over the corpse; a body of love, now seemingly a body of lies; false hope in mortal flesh. Then as ..

In Search You didn’t ask to read my poetry, I wasn’t that interesting to you; just a passing phase. A surrogate for you to use to tes..