The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

Words **** like bullets they say
But so does silence

There is silence in our eyes

I see you in the darkness

Of your fading light

Make me believe

That fairies tell tales

Of magic and love

That conquers the world

Yet when time fades

And the earth breaks

Beneath our feet

Remember

I once told a fairy

to tell a tale

Of your heart

Even if

It is not paired

With mine.

my body is a temple. --
but not for god or for you.
the hair it grows,
the winters it has spent shaking
the lies it tells me. --
all of this is mine.
your hands may touch my hands,
but they are not yours.
my body is a war. --
filled with roads for which i have no map,
and rivers that drown me again and again.