Sometimes love is a panacea.

Sometimes love is a plague.

And right now I'm not sure
if I'm cured or diseased.

****.

Tug

A little string tied,
no, it was stitched into my heart
so I feel that
when you pull
that string
you pull my strings and
******* that hurts
stop please
stop tugging at my heart
Strings
Threads
Stop tugging and tearing
at the very fabric of my being
who made you tailor
Who made you the seamstress
Of my heart?

Peonies

I saw them today
In a ****** little grocery store  

These are the flowers
Of  my childhood.

I’m so offended.

Warm Winds

Touch me,
They
whisper across my face,

It’s A little touch
Here and there.

These Warm winds
embrace me
They
Hold me close
They
envelope me

And It’s exactly
What I need to feel
from you
Right now.

Open

My hands, palms up
My heart, every chamber.
My mind, my polluted, confused, exhausted mind is open
to you

To you
to love you
I’m so open
To loving you.

So give me a chance, won’t you?

The Body

You are the flesh
and I am the bones.

I keep us upright.
You. You are soft, weak.
Easily bruised,
rot finds you,
ruins you
while I stand tall, strong
impermeable -
I weather it all.

And when time wears us down
you’ll be wasted away, long forgotten but
there will still be
little  bits of me
in the dirt and ashes.
I’ll go on, I will.

Nocturnal Haiku

I can’t sleep because
You haunt every minute
Of my weary mind.