I want

I want to be deafened by touch

Sensing only running chills

Visually Impaired

“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.

Missing you

Deep breaths

Slowly exhale

Savoring what lingers

In the air

Innocent eyes

soothing words of comfort

a fast beating heart

slowly connects

rhythms of two

become one pulse

A Roller Coaster Ride

…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.

Live & Die

Tenderness cradles the fragile

Breath so sweet with breast

Shackled

Shackled to a love that drives a need

Morning dew

Delicately touching its splendor to bathe in reflective pearls of quenching dew