The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching for

Have Typewriter

Have typewriter
Not going to travel

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write