my bracelet
Tickle my senses
Tickle me too
Tell me you want me
Tell me you do
my feelings aren’t curses
a plight on your reign
my utterances quiet beckonings
To join in your pain
Give me a moment
Give me a sign
I’ll share in your moments
While you share in mine
My feelings aren’t spells
To whisk you away
Alchemic Masterpieces
Making color from grey
My feelings are silk
Finely braided tight
With knots on the ends
Tied-up just right
Trust in the weaving
Trust what’s been sewn
Grasp at the threading
When you feel alone
Interlace yourself in me
Let it take you away
Find yourself still loving me
For yet another day

"As the unity of the modern world becomes increasingly a technological rather than a social affair, the techniques of the arts provide the most valuable means of insight into the real direction of our own collective purposes."