Older than yesterday

it's only another day gone by, only a moment lived more than before, only a number to date my body, only another breath exhaled to die.   or is it?   i feel older than yesterday, and younger than tomorrow. this age with the seasons, of love, and of sorrow... will wan, would wax, and make…

Anchor my breath…

lace through my fingers feel my skin with tips of yours trace the marks of broken skin where my demons sin soothe their craving textures decipher the carvings of my heart fall a little slip some and grasp me lightly wrap your love around my wrist and anchor my breath with the light in your eyes…