There was an old lady of France,
Who taught little ducklings to dance;
When she said, 'Tick-a-Tack!'--
They only said, 'Quack!'
Which grieved that old lady of France.

In twists & curls winding down her curves,
skin, sweet flesh; drink in life,
revitalize me in her night;
held captive by the way the ebb & flows undulate
sneak a glimpse of love's pure bliss
in a kiss, tranquil and light.

(c)KF03

The bags beneath my eyes have been efficiently packed
And are stored in a pressurized cabin
“The weather is fair”
Said the captain of the craft
“We’ll be leaving according to schedule”
2:30 AM and my mind will take off
a dependence I consider immeasurable

you claimed the title of "best friend" but you werent ready to fulfill it,
you hurt me at times and loved me at others,
im always there for you,
but you do not return the favor,


when you cry, i cry,
when you hurt i hurt,
when your there, im there.

when i cry, you turn around,
you turn your back so you dont see me hurt when i truly need you so sit and cry too,
when i hurt, you give someone else  the job of hurting with me,
when im here, you way over there.

i dont want to say goodbye,
but you are forcing me to.

goodbye best friend,
goodbye for now.

I'm sitting here.
Music blasting, but not really listening.
TV on, but not really watching.
I feel empty.
Like, a cup with a hole in the bottom.
I try to fill up my cup with happiness,
but in the end,
it all drains out.
Odd...

When she hugs him.
She'll snuggle her face into his shoulder,
the safest place to peek at the world, if her eyes weren't closed.
A smile will be on her lips.
And after she presses herself against him,
no space between their puzzle-piece bodies,
her arms, one over his other shoulder fingers wound into the hair at the base of his neck the other climbing up his back hand grasping his shoulder as if its grip were the only thing holding her on this planet fabric of his shirt gathered under her palm,
she'll gently pass her smiling lips along his neck,
to the delicious hollow below his ear,
where his jawline begins,
shallow intake of breath.
Only then will she allow him,
his arms wrapped around her desperate body,
to gently pull her back, one millimeter,
and touch their soft lips together.

Let go.
Let it go.
Let the pain go.
Let the pain flow.
Let the pain fade off.
Let the pain fade off of you.

Let the sun give you warmth.
Let the sun calm you down.
Let the sun rise and shine.
Let the sun be bright.
Let it be.
Let it.

There is a part of the forest in which nobody goes
where butterflies tremble and Baneberry grows.
In this part of the forest where no mortals tread
the soil is rich with the flesh of the dead.