A different kind of spice
Shattered Loneliness It drags on for daysand sleepless nightsIn emptinessIn silenceIn the greyEngulfing my spiritwith it's frigidand unwelcomingBut all too familiar armsAs I mourn wilt in the dark cornerof it's embrace, AndIcannotbreathe. I cannot breathe! I can't breathe! Can't breathe Can't. BREATHE Br e a the
Sold my first kiss for a pretty penny Gave my heart away for a pretty face Learned that making love takes patience And that in growing older there is no grace Found that time made me pleasantly bitter Unconsoled by God’s lethargic problem solving pace Switched my faith again to luck and karma Still, life… Continue reading Aging Gracefully
My faith occurred, In a peculiar moment, after a time of Religiously cursing all existence All over again. Then you Came along and changed my mind. Lingering with love, and lonely, you Elated my life.
2/29/2020Your tattoosare places I venture often intimately with my finger tip(if I'm conservative). I no longer ask youthe meaning of yourtattoos. Those stories are impressedon to the surface of my soul, like the way you watch me trace the inked details of your skin. I lookto meetyour eyes. Your smilethat smileof want and nowandwe lean… Continue reading Places I Venture
In gasp,of the air...we sharedwithin the span of our daily rituals. My air nowmoribundandstalewithoutyou. I miss you!I missyou.Imissyou Photo by Gabriel P on Pexels.com
1-1-15 Intoxicated in your safety, I heard myself admit, "I’m in love with you," and I couldn't take it back. You and I both know well, drunk, I spew the truth. Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com
Canela Ajena 