Love is real as death.
Respect to persons is an illusion.
Strong enough to resist, yet too weak to prevail.
Our innocence is ephemeral.

Conflict without compromise.
A secretive anxiety and horror; from which springs the flower of love.
Our coloured canvas.
Shades of crimson, Shades of scarlet.

Wanting it where I crave it.
I didn't give myself away.
I imagined giving myself away;
No, I imagined myself taken away.

Polar opposites Attract
Different scares everyone
Terror surfaces love

Flocks of plumage together
Familiarity soothes fears
Certainty surfaces indifference

Desire follows arousal
Happiness is voluntary submission
Violation surfaces hate

Born unto trouble
My rainbow is overdue.
Girding up my ***** before demands.
My help is in me.

The temerity to flee moments of stillness
Bingeing on decolletage, bingeing on derriere
Time subduing restraint without tantrums
Sentiment moving us, sentiment consuming us

My younger sister is dead
She never wore pink or red
Always crawling, walking and running ahead
Intoxicatingly self made
Taking till the very end