She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.

I missed this morning, I
had forgotten to bring along
extra fuel to keep me going, I
hope it never slips your mind to
retreat sometimes because everybody needs
something
to keep them
moving.

You keep me moving.

479

She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel’s Affair—
A ****** grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality’s old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.

I've been
waiting seven centuries for you to
meet me halfway
keeping a close eye on the movements of the planets when
all I had to do was to
spin a hundred and eighty degrees.

today you told me you loved the rain
and that the
way they raced down the tip of your nose and
tasted on your tongue
lit up your eyes.

why are you still wearing a raincoat?

maybe we've
all gone through the
exact same things only yours
was measured in cups while
mine was a teaspoon and a half.
I still have the right to feel.

almond croissant washed down with a
cold cup of water and thoughts
wandering wondering what's

beyond

today I learned that
ships don't sail in if you're
not ready for them.
I'm sorry for leaving you behind.

I've got a ring
a string
of keys on the table
I've got
gold keys and black keys
silver keys and rusty keys
round keys and square keys
I've got
everything I know I need
I thought I need
I think I need?
I've got
every key which I got
through every, any
means, but
why won't your heart open to any of these?