I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

A Defined ‘Pining’

We took a walk together,

you became her, and I became him,

along the way we tried to forget

who we were or from where we had come,

or wanted to become.

We wished only simple; complexity

would put a damper on a clear morning …


Snow laden valleys stretched our eyes,

our boot steps in unison,

you asked me,

‘how long should a person pine’

when immediately I imagine Jane Austen

walking with her sweet lover,

and then I gave a response in the hopes

I might be your Fitzgerald only for that moment.


I wanted you to be my Emily, while you,

without glancing my way imagined me to

hold the truth to which literary man you desired,

not the individual walking today,

only the image, the visual, the romantic

interlude both of our minds yearned.

We walked into the warmth of our desire,

to reach a moment, where hesitation would

cease the beauty of our feigned elegance.


I looked you in the eye,

I wondered about who you were,

what reason did you appear in my life,

on that day in the wintertime.

When I walked away,

I only imagined our classic lives

would continue forward,

to release heartbreak onto passion,

for however can we possibly let this pain,

become our preferred canon of curiosity.

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