If Not By Day

If by day I am sane then I cry how profane. I’m a dull, starved and unexceptional sort of man. I seek nights where my mind wanders away and you it finds. You are smiling at the way I talk. If I would stutter you’d shrug it off. I’d be perfect if not for the…

Modus Operandi

There are some who are driven by lust. It’s human nature to be driven by such. Here in the dark I am calm, not asleep. My head runs wild for my soul to keep. From friendship flames rise up with no disguise; Tender and gently my heart opens at it’s supply. So much do I…