October 6, 2016

PREAMBLE: Poetry is what happens when nothing else can. Yes, poetry is not your first choice, I know, let\’s hope this keeps you till the end. What sweet joy you bring, Your kicks cause me to laugh, The thoughts of soon holding you in my arms ravish me, Your innocence; impeccable. The day arrives, Where pain […]

PREAMBLE: Poetry is what happens when nothing else can. Yes, poetry is not your first choice, I know, let\’s hope this keeps you till the end. What sweet joy you bring, Your kicks cause me to laugh, The thoughts of soon holding you in my arms ravish me, Your innocence; impeccable. The day arrives, Where pain