In a world full of darkness
I become your midnight sun.
I’ll wrap ‘round you in warmth and light.
I promise to keep you safe, by my side.
Even in the dark of the night, I’ll be the one
who stays with you through the thick, through the thin,
your loving guide.


Found poem in Tinashe's "Aquarius."

Last night, we were closer than two people could be,
skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul.
You made love to me in the darkness, and when we
were done you pulled me as close as you could and whispered
that you loved me with teary eyes and in that moment, I knew
I’d have to fight to keep my heart from exploding within my chest,
because I loved you so much and being so sinfully close to you
awakened the magic within me.

Lust is a tricky mistress,
dressing herself as love,
like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.


Haiku (1)

A tricky mistress
Lust is, dressed herself as love.
Wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Haiku (2)

Tricky mistress, lust,
dressing herself as love —a
wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I lost your necklace
the one you gave me
dropped into my palm
even before we were dating

I lost your necklace
somehow left it behind
on the hospital bed after
my E.R. visit late last night

I lost your necklace
it probably didn’t cost much
but to me, it meant the most,
‘cause when you’re not around,
it reminded me of your love

I lost your necklace
and only just now did I realize
that I lost your necklace
and since this discovery,
I’ve cried, and cried, and cried

I know I don’t need a necklace
to know that I am loved
but I wish that I still had it
because when I held it,
it’s only you
I’d think of

How can I be so completely, head-over-heels in love with you and still dream of another?

In my dreams, I see a man, an old friend, what might have been.
But he isn’t the one that steals softly the breath from my lungs at the very mention of his name.

That is how I know he is no more than a shadow, and I am where I am meant to be —in the light of your love.

I  w a n t  y o u
i n  l a y e r s

L i e  d o w n  o n
Y o u r  s k i n

P e e r  d e e p
d o w n  b e l o w

S e e  w h a t  
L i e s  w i t h i n



I  w a n t  y o u
I n  p i e c e s

T h e  w h o l e
I s  t o o  m u c h

T o  a d m i r e  a t
O n e  t i m e

F o r  n o w,  j u s t
a  t o u c h

She sat among the irises,
her irises ringed with
irises, the flowers swaying sideways in the wind

a flower child in the wild
her inner wild growing
wild and even more wild the more she sat in them

a soft magic called from the earth
as she sat upon the earth and
among the earth, it whispered her name from deep within