How many people have you let read
the words printed on your heart the
chapter monologues tattooed on your
lungs, to dog-ear the pages of yourself
where they stopped but promised to
begin again, spilled hot coffee in the
middle and stained the title. I'm not
entirely sure if anyone has read the
prologue, did you know who it was
dedicated to? Oh, but you lost me
behind your bed, a good read,
no doubt, but I am long with
many pages. Maybe someday
you say, maybe

someday.

When our eyes met first,
spring, my comely maiden
was coy, wouldn't raise her eyes,
to look at my face, i melted
in the caresses of her tender love

Look at her, adorned every inch,
of her supple body with new leaves,
gold hue of yellow flower  bunches,
that dazzle me , a captive of cuddly winter
for long and make me swoon with love for her.

When wind, her messenger met me with promises,
I was thrilled, my eyes longed to see her face.
She has taken me to a world,
very peaceful and joyous,
she made the birds sing for me,
from the low branches of trees,
dabbed color softly here and there,
new leaves tell me stories I never heard.

Taking her hand, I walk through the paths
that look new after hiding so long in ice.
Don't leave me spring my beloved,
I dream you every night
amorous dreams you induced.

superman paid me a visit today
flying through the west window
cape
tights
and all
hang on
he ordered
i did for dear life
my cheek lay cold against a metal-based body
steel and iron perfect as
ever was moulded by natures hand
still i cringed and blushed
i could not touch him so that he would feel
mechanical savior
put me down at the next corner