But you…

I want to feel you against me

but I will take the memory for now


I was so blind

Never saw it coming

A small finger wrapped

Forgotten is the rage

A Nursery Rhyme

FIVE SIX  РPick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A Love Song

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree


A ballet of silhouettes endlessly dance above

Dreams are beckoned and set free