I didn’t want to let you go.
To hold you closer,
tighter,
and breathe you in
with this Autumn air
to the sound of leaves
being tossed by the wind.

~lt

I pray that you choose life.
Choose growth.
Choose love.
Choose you.
It will kill you if you don’t.
And you know
you deserve better than that.

~lt

It is on nights like these;
these cold,
wintry nights,
do I long to wrap myself
tightly
in you
and do some stargazing
in those lovely
honey-kissed
eyes.

~lt

I yearn
to drink deeply
of you
under this autumn moon

~lt

thoughts of you
trickle softly;
a whispering brook
cutting through
the darkest parts of my mind.
You are my calm.

~lt

I wonder
if you stare up at the stars
and dream of me, too.
If you hear me in the wind,
like I hear you.
When these nights grow long
do you wish
to hold me close?
I wonder.

~lt

I still think of that night.
You went as Little Red
and I,
you’re unwitting Huntsman.
Under the citrine glow of the street lamps,
you wove your tales
of the beasts of old
that had hunted you,
turning you
into the fairy tale
you were that day.
I wish that I had seen it then;
the cruel glow in your eyes,
the way your teeth glistened under the moon.
It wasn’t Red that I gave my heart to that night,
was it, Wolf?

~lt

you were a tempest
of a woman;
now I chase storms
so I can feel alive
again.

~lt

it has always been this way.
moments of closeness
followed by long droughts
of silence.
how much more time
will we let slip away
in the name of fear?
how much longer must i thirst
for you
until i am given a shallow sip
again?

~lt

leaves drift to the ground;
cool wind against the skin,
your eyes among the stars.

~lt