A poem about flirting and nice shoes.

Years ago I dreamt of my aunt who passed away and her strange behavior in a dream forever stuck in my mind.

You cannot forgive him this time.

The kind of lady who lights up a room with her smile.

It is a simply no.

Take what you want from it, but ask any questions if you’re curious about what it meant to me.

It’s too cold to be at the pool and I am far beyond wet dreams or maybe it is simply the fact that no girl has ever found me sexually appealing; no reason to get wet. On The Sails of Love… maybe if things were different, to make love and to be loved.

Windows cracked, faces scorned, hearts so hollow, and hands so worn.

A poetic version of a man born without legs.

Two legs have men
but four legs animals.