The tempst, tornados, and torrents, That once sent you out to sea, Allay, delay, and betray you my dear I … More

Smolder in me Let me show you where I am like tulips Here on this hip I am like hornets … More

It was you, who threw sticks and slung stones  You, concerned now? At the sight of bones?

I think you, and I am bound somewhere I think “you.”, and I abound.