Deeply rooted in love
Pleasures of ****
Bites of love healed
by bloods of vampire

Who said our love
Should be chocolates and cuddling?
We make love on poison ivy and
Drink tea made with night shade

We're in hell but our own heaven

He said he had a carriage
So I dressed in grey and rode with him into oblivion

It's Africa.
The sun and sweats
The sweats pours out the skin
The skin giving me a soft cool
The cool that lasts a second

The sun and the sweats......

Civility far away but melodies of the birds
Hardworking souls imbedded in creatures of the forest.

Honking horns of machines tooting the quiet and peaceful serenity of the forest
Blossoming fragrances of spring flowers

Wait, this is or might be poetry
Seating at the bus terminal
But seating in poetry

How can
something so
trite feel
Original

The earth

*****,
deluding us
It's a perfect stable world
Feeding lies of how seasons change

Mom,
suffering the spin
Let me suffer the whirl
Live my child, worry not

How do I tell her
"My love would be unrequited
so please love me not"