Enfant Gentle one lying in my armsYour eyes and smileExamples of sweet charms How I wish that some wayI could shelter you from all harm I long to cradle youAll your lifeBut if I truly love youI cannot … I must stand byMy duty I must doTo watch you suffer Laugh and grow Practice at kissing…

Black Widow

You desire?
Then embrace
Passion’s fire

If I was Monet…

When the bricks began to be thrown through Mosques, I remember I had to re-evaluate my own prejudices from growing up in an isolated mostly white society and choose to follow that path or to walk away from it and embrace a better way.