We spoke in different languages
when communicating our love—
a forsaken conversation,
for it lacked comprehension.

You could never understand
my monologues of love—
words I choked on for you,
gasping for air,
with hands clasped,
chanting a faithless prayer.

You craved my mesmerizing harmonies,
while gazing at the curves of my lips,
mapping the valleys of my skin,
tracing the path to my fruit,
ripe and lush,
the purity I guarded—
desperate and seldom.

My mortal self—
transcendent,
and ungodly,
all at once.

You wanted my sacred gifts
and I wanted to give you my world.

"The sun came out just for you,"
he said.
And all the sweet nothings
of early Spring
heals all the grief
of Winters dread

Live to love life
Love to fall in love
And embrace the mundanity
of it all

The small indicators of life;

hidden in the mist,
benevolence—
as seen in the
messy
fingerprints.

Giggles unveiled,
in a momentary glance—
as the glass is fogged,
a smile,
is caught by chance.

A small indicator of life;
minuscule,
if you will,
but even still—
love is found,
in corner-seat windowsills!

He is a fragile man,
who staggers,
lost in lackluster,
he bears a child's dignity—
still stuck in sonder.

He dares to whisper
intimate—
white lies,
to beautiful girls,
with loving,
doe-eyes.

He carries a sad love,
deep,
and chaste,
his curious
pale eyes,
reaped of faith—
as color fades away,
raining regret,
still he wonders why—

"do I lose
every love I've met?"

Let me soothe you,
you gentle—
carnage,
of a shell.

Cocoon you,
and coddle you,
never bid you farewell.

I will wrap silk around your sorrows,
nurturing prosperity,
sing you my lullabies
of maternal eternity,
bear you my fertility,
my youth seeping in
scarcity and purity,
all lovingly,
in divine femininity.

Love derived from pain:

I can't help but stare—
my doe eyes
adoring the hunger
in your gaze.

Power so paralyzing,
like predator to prey,
a crave for the chase,
teasing ritualistic dance,
this doe—
stood no chance.

Lips hot as fire;
lust inevitably sparks—
aching, burning,
desire.

Your hands grace my hips,
as you feast on savory seed,
salvation relieved in sin—
a seraphic altar,
of temptation and greed.

Branded in black and blue—
kisses bloomed to bites,
a noose of love is lassoed,
as red stained all,
that was white.

Whispers of prayer,
echoed by pleas,
screams of vain,
harmonized in matrimony.

Love derived from pain;

Like predator to prey,
holiness unravels
a stifled amen,
forever faithful—
kneeled to praise,
as love is derived from pain.

Tears of joy:

Saying goodmorning to two strangers.
On a path you followed—
when you didn't know where else to go.

A path you pondered
your inevitable end.

Profoundly finding love in the breeze,
and purpose in the birds songs.

Seeing grief in the trees,
and loss in the empty benches

Hope calling in the bare winter branches,
and slivers of life—
screaming,
in the slow ponds.

Sighs of relief,
laughter that feels like home.

A pep, in your step!

Saying goodmorning to two strangers;
With truth—
And tears, that felt like joy.