Insatiable

r a w l u s t
drinking in wine and heat
and oxygen

gnawing at the insides, propagating til it’s slipping out through every crevice
selfish, all encompasing,
r a g i n g d e s i r e

molten lava
bursting
cooling
hardening into
new land
new wants
new thoughts
same old mistakes bathed in
new light

laughing from the bridge at drowned insecurities
everything in technicolor for the first time

is it wrong to want to feel alive?

hands tied, legs free.

Full Circle

lights

this is your story

love

no matter how hard you tried

couldn’t get enough

all wrapped up in

pain/pity

plated in glory

a crash, a bang

how IT all began

and nearly ended

spinning

glass flying through the air

out onto road

now you’re here

alive

all wrapped up in

love

Réveil

Feet on the ground now so I don’t miss a step (except for when I’m falling all over my lover).

Practicing patience, keeping the inner-self still.

Present passing by, future slowly more clear. A rush and a push, we’ve come all the way here.

Take a second, take a minute, enjoy and u n w i n d.

San Francisco

Cool clean air and remnants of the past line the avenues.

Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.

Loves, lives long lost – extinct.

Enveloped in the winding hills,

Entranced by hazy blue skies,

Could use another week (a month, a year) away,

Lost in the city by the bay.

Valparaiso


For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.

The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.

For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.

The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.

For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.

Lost in the Desert

(Tom Pearce, Photographed by: Yours Truly)

Curiosity gets the better of us, a barbed fence away and we’re hand in hand running out in the open, 

Plains melting into the rockformations, feet melting into the plains.

Bees nests, prickly grass, snake holes, and not much else for miles,

Untouched by greed and unnecessary cruelty,

True civilization.