The sun kissed you before I could stole your lips from the trails they were meant to blaze on my skin to follow the freckled pathways only y...

When does one celebrate an anniversary when divided   by an ocean, where day for one is  night for the other and dreams no longer...

You were never my North Star but a fellow traveler a cheerful companion who held my hand on a rocky path who sang me songs to pass the ...

We lie facing apart toes touching the warmth of your big spoon clinging to my skin like our tangled bedsheets -- April PAD ...

Baby let me rest my head in that sacred hollow of chest that you call an unfortunate flaw of fetal development, cursing your mother ...

"I love you in the future," he says, believing his own words as he kisses me on the forehead like a real lover would -- Cr...

She sleeps in my bed missing her own but glad for the warmth of my Egyptian cotton sheets and the neutral Target comforter set I sh...

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Rumi It's not as if there was some gaping hole...