Calloused Hands

I remember the softness of your lips  Sweet kisses  Simple touches You used to hold me like precious silver  Taking your time to touch the creases of my heart Like an artist that only knows the touch of paper  That each fold would mean something new and beautiful I remember the feeling of your hands…

I Hope You Remember Me

I remembered a time when mischief was an afterthought of who we were When our emotions touched the hearts of gods and man Not a day goes by when I do not miss those moments To be able to rise higher than our imagination  Powerful beings we once were Shaking a nation  Now we are…