The Minute I Heard My First Love

Don't Get Lost In Your Pain, Know That One Day Your Pain Will Become Your Cure.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

Fall In Love In Such A Way That It Frees You From Any Connecting.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.