She is The trebuchet to my walls, The match to my wick, The fire to my icy soul; I need her. Soft words spoken From soft lips To soften my hard carapace, As hard as that may be; I... Continue Reading →
He left the room. He left it too soon, And with tension yet unrelieved, Taut as a steel cable Attaching him To her. He got in the car. Slamming the door, Stomping the clutch, And throwing the lever to... Continue Reading →
