they called themselves the monsters
because they wanted to strike
     fear into the
          hearts of men.

and legend has it,
they turned into their dreams.

we read books
to find a world,
and to others,
it's unknown.

but there's no danger,
except falling in love.

but that's what our books
tell us.

"mummy, mummy, can i have a
piece of chocolate?" asked the
little boy.
"of course," she said and
the little boy took a  slice
and let the sweetness
melt on his tongue.

if the little boy ate so much
sweet chocolate,
how did he grow up to be so bitter?

the moon and the sun
deserve to be together
more than we do.

with their ever-so-sweet
nudges and winks and waves.
with their distance they
grow stronger and
never fall apart.
with their hundred thousand million
miles they always seem so close.

we are a wanton couple.

with our little bits of fluff
and our playful glares that hate to play,
with our bickering over dates
and seconds left to spare,
with our eclipsing of each other
we grow angry and do not speak.
we always seem so distant.

but the sun and the moon have
their troubles, too, with their
set-in-stone pathways that are
too far apart when they
can only spend a few minutes
together because the sun is
so hot, and the moon is so cold.

and the eclipsing of each other
draws another out of the dark.

arousal is
the noun of
to arise.

i would like to
arise my arousal but
i love sleeping with
    you
like this.

it doesn't matter how loudly
you scream to be let out,
that you're all
     better,
if you're locked behind soundproof
walls of
     disappointment.

if tears are just salt water,
then why do our eyes burn
when we submerge in the ocean
and not when we cry?

because crying is mandated
by nature and is acceptable.