Imperfections of the Soul   I’m glad you helped me: to make a fool of myself one more time. Helped me realize how easy it is to lose focus on what matters. Thanks for making me say things. I thought I could never say again. For helping me believe there has to be “better” out there, yet you’re not it. I’m glad you helped me: to understand that it’s too late for apologies, or simply realize everything that glitters definitely isn’t gold. Thank you for making me know I can feel pleasure, when I thought I never would again.   … Continue reading Imperfections of the Soul

Perfect Stranger   In the arms of a stranger, I search for my sanctuary. I come to you for the familiar touch of your hands.         The way you command my every move when we are together As if you know all about what I need. Yet you know nothing about me or my needs. You are merely a stranger.   Clearly, I am not convinced of your abilities to understand without understanding. Instead, I exhaust myself in the pleasures of what you do and not what you say you do. You are merely a stranger. I … Continue reading Perfect Stranger

Perfect Imperfection Although I’m embarrassed to say I never knew You would have such a spot in my heart when we met.   And just like us,                         our meetings,                                           they got so complex. Convinced that our worlds were so different I resolved myself to the thought, “We would never be.” Because of my inflexible and stubborn ways most of what I felt                         I never expressed.  And I know you clearly have two sides.  So here is what I never said                                                 But always felt. Continue reading Perfect Imperfection