A Dash of Sunny

Bit of accidental charm; could it be that buttercups discern all that’s deep and dark …

Variations of an ache dulled

A sanguine collector, ache, comes often; seeking to swallow what remains of a frosted heart …

Falling leaves glossy, shy and humble often meet me wandering, read wistfulness behind the smile …

And then he sought to part those lips, away from the rest, I felt something …

Bitter blossoms believe not in intangible ideas, in concepts, in reveries that last; believe not …

Soft, sensual, certain, the decadence of dusk flows freely into throat, into the small of …