Creator
Send me a lover
with hands
worn with cuts and ridges
that know their limits
Both bold and timid

She is so weary

I am looking for the mark on my body that will tell me how near I was to you when I fell asleep. we can’t know where touch has been. the third animal to which I pray

was it always
deaf

when the wind blows,
love grows,
And it shows.
it can only get close,
to the one who choose,
to be there for better and worst,
to the one who never want to lost,
to hold you at any cost,
whom you treasured the most,
that someone seems to be a ghost,
that made you feel His there without a Host,
that keeps you longing and there it goes,
its still linger behind this post..

we used to bask in the warmth
we once drank from pure bodies of water
until the parasites came
and I stopped wanting to sleep at night

Starlight makes sense,
cleaning up the lense,
gathering pens and revelations,
gaining healthy expectations.

Escape, with music, escape
out into the wild, the outdoors,
festivals and party floors,
take leaps, put tape
on your tent to fix it
or buy a new one.

I want to go
wherever our minds take us
wherever your mind may take me,
hold you, don't forsake me
now for my mistakes,
gather all our feelings
at lakes, in letters, in notebooks,
far from crooks, fantastic beasts, looks and hooks.

It took you to save me
not me to save her,
concur
and explore with me these fields
explore what our connection yields,
read me, my words, read me, my birds
are free to fly to thee
I am what you want me to be.

Her body is short and plum
Yet she hates it when old men say "yum"
Always taught to say nothing unless spoken
But what happens when a man took her token.
No one ever tells her to tell her emotions.
So she sits there and silences the voices commotions.