The Missing…

My soul grieves
the loss of your caress;
the warmth
of you dancing
across my skin…

My heart mourns
your absence;
an indelible ache
cradles the memory
of your sentient touch…

My Spirit wanes
in purgatory;
thirsting for presence
famished for the language
conveyed through your hands…


Pro bono

Pro bono


What is it that you crave,
my darling…


is it the warmth of the dying Light
that dims the sky to yesterday?…


like the wonder of a shooting star
you will always be majestic…


you are ever the hymn of my heart;
an opus only Love can hear…