D (Nov.8,1986 - June 25,2005) Comments

this is roll of the Tongue good

your lips on my neck, a memory cold as ice. I roll the dice- scuff its feet on its way out love forgets exits... though tiptoes into your being from any corner, crevice or even latex of reluctance

This is a tragic yet sweetly beautiful piece of awesome poetry and one that I can totally relate to. Such is the level of your inner strength that you can stick your head out from the darkness in order to share such overwhelming feelings with us in such a dignified gesture of raw emotion. Wonderful! Take Care =- Neil.