im bold to hold you //
sand in folds of our underclothes //
you were still holding my hand
when a strange feeling arose
like rose taste in a gin
and yet again i feel blue //
it makes you question up at me
in depths of these conquerable waters
cold //

~ A.M, F.H.

you're a stranger in a myth where there is no official beginning or ending
and i'm not worth your spark in my darkness nor every explosion you leave for me.
now im stowed in all that is left of you when it seems this cruel world doesn't need me
and i can't recall what inviting lies you've said when embers on my skin singe deep.

~ A.M, F.H.

You bide my time, and cleanse your mind, and board in damped corners of mine.
You fall asleep at the wrong time to rouse when gongs resound inside.
None be so scarred to sleep as he; let him emerge for me to see.
Here I am; I've won already. On my God, how are you doing?

~ A.M, F.H.

you were misunderstood;
for a stranger stranger.

you were instrumental
in his dandelion
wish to oblivion
for a stranger stranger.

you weren't nonsensical;
for a stranger stranger.

you were conceptualized
in his peripheral
to be reliable;
unlike stranger strangers.

~ A.M, F.H.

She took advantage of his disgruntlement, silence,
His shut-eye, and him giving in to laziness.
She became a fabled, stereotypical succubus
Of lore by giving in to her own selfishness.

~ A.M, F.H.