And now I've paced this room at length,  Twelve foot apart its walls can't be.For how can one have walked a mile,Within confines of such a style.My school work lies forgotten there,The desk that shades my footprints past,Velocities and speeds and time,Are scribbled yet not worth a dime.A gift is likely worth some thanks,I have one on that desk that lacks,The appreciation I might give - Yet her I guess I did forgive.My mem...

The Fragrance Of Her Sleep Mine eyes snapped open then. Yes some compelling whiff hinted At luxury that peeled My seal-ed lips, how ironic That smell can break a spell of sleep! Yet as I woke there was No strong fermented scent, No sense of succulent Sweet sustenance, and no, Sophisticated spice sachet, But only mild tastes of the dew As it hung on the deep blue air. Mine eyes took in the welcome sight Of starry night, it...

That’s how you notice him. Just a flicker, the movement of a hand brushing aside a lock of hair, in the corner of your eye. Turn your head just a little bit to the right and there he is in plain view. He’s tall and muscular, and you absorb in every detail you see. He’s casually dressed in a bluish-gray t-shirt and Calvin Klein jeans, the t-shirt says “Relax, Reflect, Return” which makes no sense, it crosses your mind to a...