Wednesday, December 16, 2015


He could make your fingertips
crave the softness of a moment,

your brown eyes blind
to heartbreak.

He laughed in the face of thunder
through a storm.

He was ruff in the right way and
smooth when it counted.

All Brilliance, quirky, serious-fun and warm.

He knew his a way around silence.
Hide secrets between raindrops,

fell through hard times and
held dreams of heaven's gate

He had a smile like a warning
that his kiss was habit-forming

He was quicksand and it was too late.

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