My lovers lies,
are broad as the Nile ,
His tease smooth,
like that of honey,
to sooth for concern
wove the untold,
The growls ,
is unhinged,

The hypocrisy,
Too Crafty  
the  soul at fist  
fond of blasphemy
the nourishment,
is unnerving
the gasp,  
too unfamiliar

his gaze that of the moon,
His grace of luminaries,
His eyes  too delightful  
the yearning thaws,
Too dull for pretense,


it, burns my urge ,
the tales, clayed
with madness,
and yet, to consoling

Yellow💛
you bring color to my joy
your beauty in sunset
you taste fresh like honey
your my warmth of laughter
love
diana

She Utters

She boarded her fate to Minnesota.
She made her way
To a deadly audience.
With a grin-she was hopeful.
Her eyes soaked of warmth
her gaze so intangible.

Not  found of attention,
As cunning as her audience,
Her art was profoundly
her sketch was presumable.

She grasped for breath!
Her lips carelessly rhymed
Her pain, so glued for comfort
Her eyes sour
She  spoke softly in resentment

Her script well adept
her lips inferno, stir controversy
That blazed the stage with passion for disdain
Her dialects a mournful adversity
Uncut the pause , her audience mocked!
A resented  integrity.

As coward, they laughed.
rebuked her willAs masterly of con.
she sobs a Jab to reality .
100 days of depiction
100 nights of pretense.
Refined by her role
she made her exit

when hurt is woven,
The girl grin,
She’s sunshine in winter,
There is still in calm,
In string of meadows,
She’s honey,
she grips with taste,
                                                       Like din her gaze is mortal.
Glory as stars.
She’s fire,

There is certainty in her eyes,
wild as flames,
burring bridges, a risk to muse,
her ache, the soldier at heart
a mother s beam,beyond concern.
within poise,her fright is intense.
When will she bout?
Is her grit bestowed?
Her pasture, ruined ?
the anchor to all,
her love persistent

His will I seek ought I know,
His solemn I scorn.
His endure, ask my foes

For my night have grown dry ,
My lips turns into shiver
Tears unto ice ,
For my nights have grown dry

This is my ember , words in replay
Worlds untwined , unwittingly remorse

For my nights grown dry
The peculiarities of my dreams drown into nightmares , the world i once knew, now tainted...