Hot kisses
From cold eyes
Dead hearts
Within warm bodies,
More bones than
Dalmatians,
And every single one
Is broken,
What if the cage
Freed the bird
And the trap
Is the world outside?
Life is easy
It's the living that's hard,
Too afraid to die
Makes for a waste of time,
The scars on your skin
Like the static on the TV
Should remind you
There is always color
Even in the dark,
We're pieces of puzzles
Our lips; our fingers interlocking
And there are no corners...

APAD13 - 127 © okpoet

It began outside a stable
Town of Bethlehem 2000 years ago
Shepherds left their fileds in awe
To find Jesus in wooden manger
       Two lines to choose back then
One compulsory, one was not
Caesar's census; revenue and crowd control
Other line was quiet; sanctified, seeking Christ Child
Wise men far away, figured, joined the queue
Followed the star, joined the queue

On sand and snow or bitumen black
Trekking fields, forests thick or cities tall
Across the earth, people know
       Where to find the queue
Not online; Get up and go
Christmas Eve or Christmas Day
Local churches, chapels small
Country barns, church cafes
Line up outside the doors
       Worship Jesus

she sat out my doorway
elusive, mysterious
a quaintness that I couldn't help but to admire
existing truly in a self reclusive reality
speaking rarely
and listening even less
possessed fierce gray eyes
that instilled inexplicable emotions within me
with little to no effort she touched my soul

she didn't do anything unusual
*I only wanted her to.