something beautiful to leave in your wake
a gentle turning of the soil
planting of a seed
a helping hand unseen.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I long for your voice.

Just a gentle breeze
But so delightfully cool
Flower stalks dancing

writing poetry on your skin
your fantasies are our ink

Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on ******* Love.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum