Tranquil Beautiful Seas

Flesh is fleetingand chords a voicegentle calms a soulto take away noise. Violent convulseas blood rushes fastwhen a world ripswith its cold grasp. Let’s take each otherand hold arms close.Touch our cheeksdelicate as if a rose. Hear my voice saywords that don’t meana thing so I will writeof love in Angels wings. Torture me with…

Tender Battles

Your purpose is to flyin a cold air that bites.There isn’t an ounce ofwant for a bitter fight. A world makes you coldbut you bury it downinto all extremities deepwhere there is no sound. You hold a head downand receive your assaults.You forgive all meannessas if a grain of salt. You perspire a rainbowfor your…