Love's tapestry is not flawless, threads are uneven,
Woven with flaws, beneath a starry heaven.
Misunderstandings snag, like thorns that tear,
Leaving frayed edges, and whispers of despair.

Forgiving hands, with patience, mend the tear,
Golden threads of trust, dispelling fear.
Imperfections bloom, a strength untold,
A love that deepens, braver than pure gold.

Not fragile beauty, but a weathered grace,
When love's not perfect, it finds a stronger space.

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

The surface may seem calm, a tranquil guise,
But love shall feast upon the heart that lies
Beneath the skin, where passions burn unseen,
A hidden banquet, for the love-adept queen.

It hungers not for flesh, nor mortal prize,
But for devotion's fire, in truth-filled eyes.
It craves the depths, where dreams and shadows meet,
A soulful feast, a love both fierce and sweet.

So let it in, this hunger, pure and strong,
For love's true feast, endures a lifetime long.

Oh, love, we don't have long to wait, it's true,
The clock ticks fast, but hearts know what to do.
There is no need for plans, no grand display to make,
Love's tender bud will bloom for goodness' sake.

A stolen glance, a whispered, gentle word,
A shared delight, a song by nature heard.
With these simple threads, a tapestry began,
A love that grows, beneath the setting sun.

So let us dance, beneath the fading light,
For love unfolds, in whispers of the night.

I lay here
Naked and exposed.
But only for a night,
By morning he must go.
Make me feel beautiful,
I don’t care about tomorrow,
Kiss me, **** me, hold me
To forget all my sorrows.

When I die
plant me like a seed at the roots of a willow tree
so that I may be reborn amongst Her roots,
and travel to the tips of Her ever swaying leaves;
Let me fervently fight the stillness of death,
forever whipping and lashing,
together,
with Her branches.

you looked at me
through half-closed lids
sleepy smile on your lips
my hand touched yours
swiftly exchanged the smoking gun
I watched your lips wrap around it
and wished it was me instead
if I could freeze time
it would be that moment
locked in the smoky room
and the prison of your mouth