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Tonnara Di Scopella
The full moon smiles from raven skies and lights the world to newborn eyes that close as gently as the last page from your favorite book. A subtle kiss on a ruby cheek; a warm embrace that makes weak the … Continue reading
Simple
Shall I smite thee, Satan, with the right hand of truth or heal thee with the left hand of love? Shall I share the light that glows in my heart or is darkness always enough to light your path, to … Continue reading
Acoustic
She laid her head upon my chest to listen to my heart. She fell asleep; her dreams were deep. She loved me from the start. The cat was curled upon my feet; he looked at me and cried You’re only … Continue reading
Hand
I looked into the palm of my hand and realized how much I understood; the hand that held hers all those days on sunny beaches, in quiet woods. It was all in my hands and always would be; it was … Continue reading
Homerun
Watch me hit that fastball far into the sky. Watch me squint into the sun; watch me close my eyes for just a moment as it flies over the fence that keeps me trapped in days and nights of innocence … Continue reading
Of course!
Of course, it seems that way right now. How could it not? Of course my love for her burns bright and pure and hot as fire from depths that she and I plumbed like divers who nearly succumbed to nitrogen-rich … Continue reading
Blue
Blue, her bikini when I saw her first. Blue, the water that quenched my thirst. Blue, the sky that rose above. Blue, my heart when I lost her love. Blew, my mind when I won her back. Blew a tire … Continue reading
Here
“It’s better now than it ever was”, he said as he kissed her cheek. “Our life together is beautiful.” She felt her knees go weak. They lay together in evening’s bliss; she sighed. He smiled and touched her face. He … Continue reading
So
My love for her goes on and on like a story written long ago when princes courted angels sweet and lovers met in times discreet in sunsets only lovers know. Kisses and feelings that can’t be desribed in mere words … Continue reading
Costa Rica 3
I knew I was her prince just then. I knew she was my raven dream. I knew I never knew what love was when I lay across her bed and it seemed that every night I slept, every tear I … Continue reading