Poems

Aware from his youngest age of being missing in what's important, Having realized with the deepest contrition that he was insufficient, Here's Beautiful Goddess Your humble submissive, a defeated man, Undeserving of Your Sacred Body, and rightly worthy of blame.

There are nights when you are so far that, despite myself, I knock on unknown doors and, in the sweet sunshine light, my heart stops belonging to yours: I break my promise. Beloved, I'll not find it enough to play safe, tonight.