Your laugh, my soul
That arch of your brow
A tear, on your cheek
Your grief, my hole

My whole being
In your hands
Now and forever
You I am seeing

Seeing that smile, Cheshire
Those eyes, glint with gold
My hand, on your hip
My mind, on fire

Fire and care
This game of love
Long we have played
The tortoise and hare

Hair, that curl
My stomach, in knots
Our lives, only ahead
You, my Girl

A haiku for you
You ruined so much of me
But still I had fun

Unknown
To where we go?
For what purpose?
Are we even we?

Or will you be you?
And me be me?

Shadows
They flicker for the light
Dancing for their source
But ever shielded from view

How depressing an existence
A goal unattainable
But persistence is needed
To keep the goal alive

For a light needs shadow
Lest it be drowned by its surroundings
Separated from its partner
But the separation is eternal

For a lit shadow ceases to be
But perhaps that is the most noble of endings
A goal attained
A dancers bow

When your smile goes to your bottom eyelid
When you say it meant nothing
When I was there

What does it take to be sincere?
Fight, desire, confrontation, stubbornness
You have missed the list

Well it seems she was hungry
Very hungry
But what can be expected when she is left out in the cold?
When things get hungry they will eat

But is there still an ally behind that blood soaked snarl?
What type of delusion am I in?
Brought on by a loss of blood or the hypothermic cold?
Can you even be aware of your own delusion?

Still, she appears skittish
Despite what has to be a satiated belly
I mean, how much more could she possibly eat?
What a delusion

Should I let the cold take me?
It seems inevitable
And now the wolf approaches, to finish her meal?
Or to curl up and warm me on this frigid night?

I cannot always be mending sadness
Sadness is like a dog
It can whine and scratch
But you must let it inside

A dog may slip between your legs
When your hands are full of groceries
But if you can't expel the beast
Then you have no right to a dog, nor bird, nor cat

You say you only give?
You are never in a position to receive anything besides sympathy
Weariness is the only outcome
I grow weary in you stupor