Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

Category: love

Arms Open Wide

She’s a user, an abuserLooks used and abusedBeaten and beatBlack sunken eyesLips swollenBroken ribsPalm slitsThere’s no telling how far she’ll…

Mano-a-Womano

I’m not looking for Jolie’s eyes Dion’s style or Theron’s smile Neither am I fascinated by Lopez’s thighs I’m not…