Poems

Poems

Mirror Maze

Reflection is all I see. A plain copy. Old brown leaves crunch. My bare toes part a trail through what used to be a town full of life.

Cheesecake Bites

Sex comes from a square when it's creamy love is hot. It's worth every dime

Torn

The essence of love for him is like spiritual fire. It burns through my body like a endless scream of flames His kisses are made of ice That tend to drown my flame that burns for him.