Who knew that one day, I’d strip myself bare and post my deepest meanderings for the public to shred, admire, whatever. I’m shaking, having just posted:

WOW! It’s official: I’m an author! With a copyright! <runs for shelter>

I dug out this little collection a few months ago and thought, why am I hiding it? If I’m truly trying to be a more creative person, why not share? So I bundled it off to the US Copyright Office, and it’s now registered with the Library of Congress.

Literally shaking. But it’s worth it.

Stripped (Copyright 2014)

Tattoo
The tiger roars from the wave,
leaping toward the bloody rose,
such sadness his countenance,
music resounding in his soul,
he is relentless, he has to be.

Monster of Love
We all seek, some consciously
We all hide, some unwittingly
We can’t survive without
We can’t survive it
This love
This monster

Intimacy
You don’t yet know me, well
and while I seek your presence
your attention, I fear your
discovery. My shadows, my
secrets lurk hauntingly, times
menacing. How will you find
me, shy, wanton, bored,
captivating? Beautiful,
dark, shallow?
Will you linger a moment,
Will you delve and smile,
Will you leave? Will you love?
Will I let you?

(…there are more, but, well, no one needs to see those!)