Passion’s precious gift
Only in My Dreams
Is this what is... or what might have been?
Imagine
If we were not by hands unseen Unshackled from temerity Imagine how things might have been...
Double Header
How could I say no to one more game?
Fire and Ice
So cold yet I burn So hard yet smooth as silk...
Eruption
The tension mounts, the pressure builds— Eruption! My release now fills...
Her Smile Warms the Sun
Her legs impart their strength unto the cedars; Her arms instruct the honeybee to work...
There Are Miles
There are miles, but that’s all they are.
Son Salutation
Morning dawns Light sliced into ribbons Falls delicately upon rumpled sheets...
Almostness
Being with you, and yet not being one with you creates a burning...
Dark Side of the Moon 
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