i have seen the heaven created in you—  
one they could not understand.  
and so they named it wrong,  
because they could not hold what they feared in their hand.  

you were fire, and i the very same.  
they said we’d burn the world down—  
but all we ever wanted was to be warm.  

her touch: psalm.  
her gaze: prayer.  
and still, they call it sin—  
as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand.  

they could not understand  
that when she loves me,  
the sky listens more closely  
and the stars stay a little longer.  

her eyes, gently pulling me in—  
her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides  
as i pry to the surface  
to utter her sacred name.  

and even the breath feels borrowed,  
as if the universe conspired to see it through.  

how can my sin be love?  
oh, they would never understand.

I'm glad that fate brought us together, even if it was very brief.
The time we shared the memories we made, hopefully wont turn to grief.

Do not be sad for me, for what could have been for without it we would forever wonder what if.

The looks you gave me, your head on my chest.
Sweet loves embrace.
My hand running through your hair, you were my rest.

Desperately trying to hold on to what little time is left.
The pain sometimes, I feel in my chest.

The laughs we shared, the tears we bared, I regret nothing. If I could go back in time,  the only thing I would change is that I would have found you sooner.

******* has become a chore as of late
No one caresses my beautiful collar bones
And I ache I ache I ache

My dreams show me visions
Of people that I miss
And somehow in this timeline
I am never kissed

Deep in the bowels of my pulsing heart there is winter,
A derelict house without doors,
A photograph battered and stained.

My fists grip thistles as I fear these tepid reaches of peace,
clutching at the last thrown thread.
But as the dead wind meekly blows I hear your voice,
I see you,
Your hands look weathered but your eyes true,
always true.
For a brief moment you’re here, and in this moment I’m free.

I crave your warm fluid love,
At war with your absence I balance on sharpened edges.
For In this winter your fire still burns,
And in this jailhouse of grief I will await my release,
To come and search the heavens to find you.

I long for your nostalgic scent,
Like the pine needles in the forest,
Like the bluebells in spring,
Your smile turns rock to rubble,
Your presence is my shelter,
The flame in my deepest winter **

For mum ❤️

A moon milky white,
tossed shimmers to the trees.

The branches danced modestly,
As the leaves then whispered to the breeze.

Clouds lined with silver look to be sketched out of ash,
As brashly strewn sequins dance on black glass! X

My love bled for hers,
From Somewhere deep,
yet nowhere found!
And now all that’s left,
A child stood brandishing swords,
Defending his beaten heart,
Giving us a breath in the space we never wanted.
I always loved her
But my greatest fear,
What if she loved me?
Truly!
Then where would I run?

I'd tell you I wanted to be the love of your life
I'd whisper it softly, hoping you might feel it too
Maybe you would laugh
Bt I'd bite my lips and try hard not to cry.

Bt I never told you
And maybe I  never will
Because some truths are too tender to offer
To hands that never asked to hold them.