When the power goes off   in the mountains we snuggled close, letting the electricity of bodies light up  the room brighter  than any fire...

  There are not   enough fingers or toes to  count how much  you tickle me — April PAD day 12 - counting poem 

I took your words as  promises, as plans,  but they were just possibilities  — April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Catching up with you is  like catching butterflies elusive and brief but beautiful  __ April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

There might be dark forces currently at play but there is also light -- April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 5: purpose

I used to wish my father would die now I realize that living is punishment enough -- April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 8: family

"Oh, you're a smart girl," he said, as if I was somehow less attractive because of my intelligence. "I guess so,...

He struck like lightening,  brilliant and  faster than the blink  of an eye blackening  silently  before the thunderclap 

I worship at your altar drunk on our communion --- April PAD Day 24 - faith

"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...