hum

Sunday evening is
always a funny
one … all I
can think of
is an embrace
and a bed

Loneliness is harder
to bare on
a Sunday evening

especially in London

sadly, I think
cigarettes might help

instead, I should
have a bath

go to bed

sleeping as death

rest for life

Nothing can ever
be concealed - eventually
it will appear
blood, sweat, tear

I define love thus: The will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.

I think therefore
I am sad

In a mirror
last night, I
thought your name
on my lips