I put the eggs in the water,
I am alone.
I cook them for myself,
I am by myself.

Folks may want to feel a bit sorry for me.
I always wonder why.
There is stark difference in being alone
And being lonely.

I know many know this difference,
These folks know that alone is alone.
I don’t understand the need for
Constant companionship.

I don’t understand the
Always-Needing-to-Be-Married--
I don’t understand their sneers and jeers.
Freedom is a fine mistress.

I’ve been in the relationship,
I’ve felt the benefits of the companion.
But there’s something to be said for alone.
Solitude asks for nothing.

You left me tainted
With pain and tears
So i tried to bleach
To remove every stain
I scrubbed so hard
But i got wounded
So i bleed again
And starts to hurt again
The stains are now scars
And now i will be forever reminded
Of how i tried to remove you
Yet i got marked instead

in the secluded shell
            of night
   crimson lips unseal
                                                                ­  
 cosmic stillness stirred
   flower ripples tinted
    with touches tender
      on quivering skin
                                                            ­      
       in moon’s breast
     burns a fire tonight
the primeval fire of passion
              in it melt              
   crystals of our emotions
               pristine  

            a night-sky
            bliss-soaked
             bejeweled

  stars hanging complicit