Poem: Appropriate Jealousy
When she's kissed she's alive, wanted and wanting and I am jealous. I am never alive not kissed, nor loved, not held. I am. This is…
Poetry: Pinpricks
Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a…
Poem: Space
She is counterpoint to my supernova, I am a brilliant point of light burnt out before my time and she is the only thing I am…