A Woman of the Dust

A woman of the dust
Half clothed thrown at his feet
Where forced by her mate
Abused and sent to another’s bed


Tugging at my subconscious
Doubt trying to ignore
The longing breaking through
To me simply a door


A dalliance perhaps with our subconscious
Desire to put into words the unspoken

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyesI wonder …Is it finally him?Blue as ocean depthsI feel….Am I drowning?I never want to look awayI’m lost…Are we bound together?You take each breathI give…Is my heart enough?Each glance consumes meI burnCan you love me?Can I love you?Then burn….Let my glance consume youCan your heart be enough?Then give…I’ll take each…

Waning Moon

The waning moon fades…
Flickering as a candle

Love is an Axe

Defeated and betwixt
Crossroads of pain
Hope has drained