It's february,
The month of love
Where cupid hits couples
With his heartly arrow.

Couples everywhere,
Dating anywhere,
Having fun here and there,
I wish I had one like theirs.

It's Valentines day,
It's February,
It's the couples month!

Sadly, I got no one.

A woman asked me
How it felt to see my lover again
And I found myself
Most inconveniently out of words, darling
My mouth opened
I almost said
Being with him
Is like Summer rain
In the Sahara
Or the first sip of water taken
By a thirsting man
Like the cool feeling of grass beneath bare feet
In the spring
The smell of blooming Wisteria  
Like a bonfire in Autumn
The sound of leaves falling from the trees
It is like the first snow of winter
Blanketing the world in white
Or the the steam from a cup of tea
But instead I smiled
And closed my eyes

"It was everything I needed it to be."


.

One night, one lady asked,
How do you see the world so vast?,
I answered with an abated voice,
"I simply look at it with nodding head's rejoice

She redundantly asked again;
"How do you see the world in-sane?,
I answered with shunned eyes,
"I never do, I never have, it's a fluke, a LIE"

As she sat and leaned,
First at air's wisp and second,
on my shoulder's plead,
-and said-"This is where all ethereal lies of gist"

"Where art thou", I asked,
She giggles in reminisce; grabs a flask, then drinks in stillness
"This empty bottle is filled with greatness"-she says-
"To what extent?" as I gazed

"Haha..... to none" she laments over,
"None?, surely not, This flask is liquid's lover
It helps give form
To whatever desolated-looking storm"

Both depend on each other's existence,
She then swiftly seizes my hand
"Answer then my question with consistence"
"Well I guess the world is undersized but grand?" -I pondered-

"Close enough", as she yawns
As I bring her to bed,
I then see the brimming dawn
-I leaned back and thought-"Huh, the world is yet to be well-said"

Outside they look not normal, while flashes of different shades come upon there faces. They rome about looking for the place where they can learn to love and be loved.  'As a cosmic teddy bear they will see just how vicious I can be. No love can save them from what they did to me.'  As the cosmic teddy bear turns up to the sky's it sheds its  skin and  cries. 'No one knows what they see, No one sees what they do to me.'  As the cocoon of human-like looks disappear, there is nothing left but a cosmic tear.