

Hospital VisitsShe sauntered silently into my room, this beauty which I call my own, as I stared at the closed window blinds. I did not notice.Hospital Visits
But with one hello from her lips she had me again, a giddy serf to her queen.
Yet she is more- The gauze tightly encircling my arm. The constant, steady pulsing of my heart monitor. In that stark and sterile void,
her fingers ghosted across my wrist and her lips and mine joined in ritual and my form was no longer mine to destroy but an extension of her own.
And is it not stunning, the light and life sired in t


Sleeping Over at Jack's PlaceOn your bedside table, as you slumber beside me, are two empty glasses, backlit by your beat-up digital clock. It reads four-thirty AM in glowing red characters. They reflect off the mirror on the other end of the room, and cast a crimson lightSleeping Over at Jack's Place
over your broad chest, strikingly bright over your heart , and on my hand which lays just below it.
Daylight will soon obscure it all. We will no longer be so clearly targeted by time. So I follow your example, finally close my eyes, and drift into sleep.