hey cello - glad I stepped into your thread. Your not keening about a torn soul wrap't in barbed velvet whilst tiptoeing through the dust bunnies of unswept reflection is aok writing wise for me
... "In a caffeine-induced splendor
At twelve-thirty-seven in the morning"
..."The marks on my neck
the badges of honour
showing that I belong to someone
or at least did for the night"
..."when the black inked initials
of teenage lovers
remind us of fingertips"
Your stuff works for me.