I'm on a diet again, Oh No!
Giving up favourite foods, woe,
Must reduce my weight,
Before it is too late,
All I dream about is food,
Don't think about men, that's rude!
Yes, definitely food before dudes,
Yo-yo dieting is fun,
of this diet--it's only day one!

I’d like to lay in
A lavender bed
The scent, a halo
Crowning my head
The purple flowers
Shrouding my skin
Will drink away
My poisoned sins
And though they know
That they will cease
They willingly
Absorb my grief
Their scent will slide
Their leaves- decay
And the wind will blow
My hurt away

If it were I, a hunkered mass
Of unkempt hair and tangled rags,
Lain prone beneath the underpass,
Enclaved in chattel bulked-out bags,

If it were I, alone, afraid,
Tight-bitten lips in silent prayer,
And listless eyes, all hope decayed,
And slumped, oppressed, done by despair,

And if you cast my shadowed shape,
Would you come seek my name?
Or look as I for quick escape,
And thence to bear my shame.

I'm not so put together,
As I may seem.

And I'm sorry that you had to see
The torn up parts of me.

But know if you see me shivering,
It's not because I'm cold.

If you see me shaking,
It's the excitement coursing through
My veins.

And if I tremble,
Do not fret,
It's just that I crave
Your lips upon mine,
And I want to laugh with you
Until my side hurts
And I can't feel my face.

And if I tremble,
Do not fear,
It's just that I yearn
To be part of your heart,
And I want to be wrapped in your arms
Until the world disappears.

If I tremble
At your touch,
Know it's not for fear,
Rather love.