Four meals arrive, each one a delight,  
First, sweet ginger tofu, gentle and light,  
Tender whispers wrapped in flavors so kind,  
Nurturing warmth, a love intertwined.  

Next, the fire, bold and ablaze,  
A meal full of passion, igniting the days,  
Spicy and fierce, it crackles with might,  
A reminder of strength, a dance in the night.  

Then comes the coconut milk, cool and fresh,  
A soothing embrace, like a soft, summer mesh,  
Refreshing and light, it flows like a breeze,  
A taste of the calm in the warm evening’s ease.  

Lastly, sweet bread from family’s hand,  
A slice of home where warmth takes its stand,  
Golden and soft, like a sweet night’s embrace,  
In every bite, love finds its place.

In shadows cast by thoughts unseen,  
I weave poems that’s purely mine.  
You may enjoy or turn away,  
But my heart’s story won’t be swayed.  

As watchers here, just pause and breathe,  
This is the path I choose to weave.
It’s not your heart I seek to hurt
This journey’s mine, beyond compare.

In stillness, I rest, time slips away,  
No need for ambition, just peace in present  
In the dark, I stand, a quiet help
Helping souls find the thing they have.

Care is the way I try and share,  
Yet how to care? That varies, I swear.  
With a heart so bruised, I tread with care,  
For heartbreak's weight is too much to bear.  

While some have nine lives to rise and fall,  
I hold just one, so I guard it all.  
Through pain and wounds, I strive to be cool,  
Protecting my heart beneath open skies.

Kitty'll be here through the night,  
Until they spreads their wings and takes flight.  
In their freedom, its heart will rejoice,  
As they find their path, guided by their voice.

A kitty chases shadows in flight,  
Following birds that vanish from sight.  
In its heart, their songs still play,  
A love for them that won’t fade away.

I’m lost in thought, the problem still there,
His words linger, heavy, in the air.
But then I wonder, as moments slip by,
If I plant some mint, would it satisfy?

There’s a man called H, cloaked in night,
Both my partner and shadowed delight.
He’s my amigo, my “curse”,
Though I fight him, I lose every fight.

In his grasp, I am bound, though I try,
To escape from the grip of his eye.
I build walls to defend,
In his darkness, my courage runs dry.

I wonder what thoughts linger in his gaze,  
As he offers me two paths to amaze.  
The last, a blade with two tongues of strife,  
Does he seek my fear, or sharpen my life?

He’ll return next weeks, seeking my choice,
Asking which path calls to my voice.
He stands by my side, no one else near,
Not his family, nor mine, just us here.