It is singing. If I were sleeping on lush green grass under a giant tree on a hill with the wind running wild and the sun going easy on me, it would’ve been a bliss. I’d have loved this bird. The sun is after my ass today; setting my insides on fire and I’m sticky…
Flame
Forged by red, Molded by the sun, It was you who won me. Your words ignite the burn. In collaboration with Stephanie Roath
I am.
I am an ocean That touches no shore I'm the wind That hesitates to blow A fire, Without heat and the glow The kind of pain That comes after love
Moments
Ask these walls, they know your touch Look at these stairs, remember our steps? Those steamy hours of rush Tense moments of hush Clothes soaked in sweat I see you Gasping for breath There's wildfire inside of you Burning me from beneath Let me set my demons loose Consider it penance Inside you lies my…
