Close proximity • A friendly smile and a wave • But don’t get too close

Nom. Nom. Eat it up. • Devour. Delicious. Divine. • No crumb left behind.

I can’t catch my breath • The world is a dumpster fire • Promise me a lie

The moment lips meet. • The body absorbs the shock. • Permission not asked.

Prepped. Ready to go. • Identity on display. • Trip. Fall. Egg on face.

Whispers of childhood • Drowned out by torrential rain. • Who cleans up the mess?

Precious connection. • Rumble. Strong wind. Explosion. • Retreat. Breathe. Repair.

Do I want to? No. • Don’t ask me. I’ll avoid it. • I’m trying. I can’t.

Tapestry of man • Neatly woven, flowing free • Room for one and all

Beautiful human tapestry on display for all to see ...

Head down. One-track mind. • Concentrate. No distractions. • Focus. Get ‘er done.

Did I make mistake? • Spare my ego; tell me straight • Don’t leave me in the dark

Broken connection • Glance in the wrong direction • Close call; deep resolve

Compulsion and shame • A childhood shattered within • Piles of useless hair

Grand jeté; too far • Belly laughs unleashing youth • Deep satisfaction

Much needed release. • Unforeseen reality. • Hands off. Heart open.

You think you see me • Eyes broken; unzip the suit • Let the real me out

If only the sweetest moments could last forever.

A young girl struggles to find her identity.

The Gospel of Jesus as a spoken word poem … according to me!