What Crosses My Mind

  • Traveler Bags

    Is this sacred wisdom we carry its mystery a naked history remains impossible along the road. Step aside and watch time steady wheels weighed down in two ton reminder. The bags become a target ready to be pummeled first sighted a driver today might aim tomorrow disregard. Hide in the fields of shame distant traveler…

  • Just Getting Started

    Remember when I used to ask you to lay still While my lips and a hint of breathing Would explore your nakedness My senses lost in the travel Only guided by your soft response Along the way I might discover a change in your breathing Stay there awhile Watching as your skin tightened and seeing…