I want to release my inhibitions,
feel the rain on my skin.
I want my Venus, my fire, at my desire.
But I'm not a woman.

The hate between men
in view of a prize -
the bitterness of their hearts, then.

Two wolves circle a fawn,
a trophy - the eyes.
A hush in the forest at dawn.

The fortune and the glory,
the blood spilled, the ecstasy -
to be laureled in a light
of gold.

Your love comes
And goes
We sit in the park
Your eyes move instead
Sordid love affair indeed
Blue oceans could be deeper
Than what we have
My arms are coiled
Around your carry-ons
You are the least of my fears
Friends come and go
Your love
Comes and goes
It means so much to me
To know which side I'm on
If I'm a t-shirt in your closet
Or a picture on your mantle
Don't think me unkind
It burns a hole in my heart
I've only been chasing the sun
When grudges ties me up
And you escape from me
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
Pool tables lay at my acquisition
I am not sure you need my imposition
I need you in the wrong position
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
It is a false notion
You just want me to hate you
I guess that's what I need from you
So, meaningless yet true
Like your blood, and November

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything seems
To be poetry

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything turns
Into poetry