Ovidd Poems

Love is an oddity.
It is a sense
Like being is a sense,
And I don’t make sense,
...

She spreads before me
I devour without thought,
Everything there was
Without thought,
...

Why does one love
the one
that one loves
why do you
...

I don't need to know the truth
your lie will tell me all

Marriage is a contract
...

when does one retire?
leave the almighty force
the work you’ve done
forever it was you
...

i rest my being
its upward gaze
towards clouds that tease the sun,
wanting to uncover and expose
...

he sat alone sipping
his Bloody Mary
a concoction
of many nutrients
...

two children stood talking
on a sidewalk,
time passed
...

your look enslaves
with silken softness
...

what an ice cream dream

the coolness of her
stare
...