Daisies and dollhouses,
plucked petals and prose,
Barbie and Ken,
lovers or foes?
...
Bathed by the rush of salty sorrow,
years of caked and crusted pain flows free,
murky puddles form at my feet.
...
I dread the silence
that unsheathes the night,
honing the blade
with which
...
There is no hypothesis
By which to ascertain a revelation,
Uncertainty has prevailed
Though I search with determination.
...
Patterns of misguided ardor
lace passion's gossamer shroud,
silken drapes of apprehension
swathe that which nature has endowed.
...
The ancient Oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weather roots,
seizing life from fertile soil,
...
Come,
thumb through my open book,
crease the cover
with your greedy grasp.
...
A feeling captures me,
between sleepless thoughts
and lucid dreams,
where certainty disintegrates,
...
Intellect
is the sum of defined equations,
tested
and firmly resolved,
...
Embraced within your essence,
I am satin,
billowing gracefully
charming a summer's breeze;
...