Poems from The Messenger

Dreams are rarely ever real, But they have a very strange appeal, Breaking apart present and reality, GuIding the realm of sensuality,...
  P       L           I              N                 K There plunks another silver wish, Down into my depths with a swish, Whispers of...
The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces, Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky, A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision,...