Like a bud on the brink of opening her eyes And leasing her heart To the wandering suitor I stood still to the trickle of time Waiting for fate to knock on the door To impale the inner sanctum With the filler of one soul Where the unsteady heart  Will steady her hull and moor … Continue reading Bliss


Love has no varnish or veneer It is like a lump of clay That molds in the hands of the holder And sculpts perfection to the beholder It knows no boundaries or perimeters Lurks unnoticed even enflames in superabundance Love, holds imperfection on a pedestal And perfection on twin retinas Endows the soul with counter-creature … Continue reading Love