lay low lay low lay low
a head to hibernate

society o let it be
destiny not Fate

the cathedral in Siena
In Chinatown the Gate

she's often in my mind
but never became my mate

no plans but phone calls
and patiently I wait.

i am now something
walking the ruff world like all
here we are my friends

searching for the warmth
where everything is forgotten
just for a few seconds

finding the silkiness
through the valley
of happiness

enjoying the rhythm
as you reach closer
to the top

before you know it
you finally came

It's easier said than done.
That thing we call 'love'.
It's even harder to describe.
Words just don't give justice to its pure intensity.
It is so fragile yet it is one of the most powerful thing.
It's easy to speak of 'love'.
It is much, much hard to do 'love'.

Mariette St-Denis
Poem 4
January 2021
#2021mariettepoems

Internal fevers
Invisible flames
Lick my neck

I am a drop
In the ocean
Invisible speck

Burning chest
Save me now
Stare at empty skies

Pretty lies

Give me comfort,
Mother moon
Eclipse me
I dare you