We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handled with
delicate hands.
Anticipating expansion,
while we played like kids,
laugh like old friends.
Love was on reserve.
His smile was infectious.
His dimples, imprinted in my mind.
Emulating his smile like it was mine,
all mine.
No other intoxication like warm
hands on tight hips. Like lost eyes
finding their way back. Like love was
deferred for a moment.
Why Doesn't He Love Me Back
My eyes meet his,
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
The Perfect Little Town
The little town was the perfect little town,
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
Sometimes I Get Lonely
Sometimes I get lonely
Road To Nowhere
I like to blaze new trails
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
My Sleeping Angel
my sleeping angel
Take My Hand
I thought that I was chasing dreams
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
