In the company of his own fellowship A coldness impales the male persona As he stands in a barren winter field Where the rapidly shifting wind throws his Chilled stiff body into nothingness. He stands trying to conceal his shiver. Above the infinite eye of the night Glares down upon the stupid smallness Of … Continue reading The Male Heart
Hiking these stone spattered mountains alone, Do the true utterances I might speak Make the barren field of my heart full sown? Pondering the breadth of the love I don’t own I ascend to another lonesome peak Hiking these stone spattered mountains alone. Please loosen your fetter on fruits unknown. Let the … Continue reading Talking to Intimacy
