A Firefly in Love.

If you examine the body's surface
each scar stretches into a trail
felted with the fabric of
stories of stars that wait to be born

My Hidden Song.

Weaving poetry with the
sway of my body,
I am driven by the rage of the black storm
that propels itself forward
to feed the thirst of the tide

Simple Things.

It is the simple things that make me fall in love;
a secret caress
that is whispered