Poems
Hard love
Soft but unrelenting,
Binding wrist and ankle.
Feather, goosebumps, tickle.
Cane, searing, white,
Nova, burning, rippling across
Nerves
Twenty little stings, compounded
Thud.
Sound rushing, floating, a
Dark haze.
Nothing matters, She
Loves
Me, content
Light
I belong to Her
Pain is a symbol of that love
I will let it wash over and through me
Leaving a golden glow of her love
