When I experience hurt I indulge In magical thinking. Very annoying For others, Unfamiliar with the technicalities Behind my tricks. He or she May say, That “I” am mistaken in my observations. But with the wave of My… Read More ›
My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.
And they come to tea
Fondling my fragile china cups
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.