Warm
evening
breeze
kissed
my lips.

It softly
whispered
to me,
Be whoever
you've always
dreamt
to be.

I heard
its message
and
my heart smiled
for
it knew
that
the evening breeze
is always
right.

That moment by a windowsill when you're looking through a shade

At a different world outside yourself and yet inside remains the same

Do not wonder about what could've been or worry about the other way

Instead let time and seasons pass, good memories come, and bad memories fade away

Can you truly dictate the direction in which you will walk?
Change the manner of your subconscious ways
And develop yourself into a new role?
What of your mind, what of your body?
Can you bend such things to a fuller health
And channel your will for the good of yourself?
Not to mention the collectiveness of this
You and your futures mutual souls
And for those of you who are yet apart
And wandering further down the path
Only wondering what the future holds
You can relax and know that it has been decided
Because the heart will want what it will want
It's inevitable

I am but a courtesan,
Mistress
***** of the moon
As are you
Though you deny this
Your denial, makes it ever more true
Promiscuous beings,
We
Dwellers of The flesh
Wearing a tant amount,
of lies and morals
As babies blankets
While our flesh
prays pleasure
And our eyes
Hold lies
Living under black rainbows
and broken hearts
Loose tongues and
tight spots
Our lot

Courtesans
We

Me~A