I captured a part of him in poetry, put it down to hold against time. Praying with a small part of me, that through art he would always be mine.

Words that pour through ink inspired, he must be a muse. The outcome is always fates desire, because they never let me choose.

For fear of memories of him fading, I scribbled them down with pen. Not knowing where this journey is headed, only where it did begin.

I can place a finger to hold a page, and remember him through verse. Every emotion scribbled down, will he be a saviour or a curse?

My lips could never form the words, to capture what it is I feel. He must be meant for Poetry, so my heart would know it's real.

A girl runs in the woods
Deep and dark and daring,
Black is the velvet night
Bleeding are her bare feet
Pounding is her heart;
A girl runs under the sickle moon
Both are pure and white and chaste
Glowing with innate pride,
One bearing down on prey
The other bearing in the tide;
A girl is ancient goddess
Her silver arrows sure of aim
Utterly self-contained,
At the pink dawn of the day
She sighs and fades away.

Touch me
I need to feel the warmth of your hands
I need the heat of your desire
I need the weight of your body
I need someone next to me
To fill this empty bed
These sheets lay flat
From the lack of you
So lonely

There is no face to these dreams
There is no name to call out in my sleep
There is no one

And I will still desire you
The one that isn't
I need you

Come to me

I met her.
A silver tongue.
Driving Dads Silverado
through the danky dirt roads of little Silverton.

Thin throat swallowing
it's gum.
Pouting come and play come and play

Seductive hopeless
Cracked hips
Seamless lips

Whispering
"Don't you know that all we have is today?"

Well, don't you say.
Let's not waste any time staring,
high into the sky.
Eyes growing dry,
dry wind gusts with a flutter.

"Did I stutter?"
...
"Follow me this way,
look through these shutters."

I will keep you cold

I will peak,
shattering all molds.
Pity don't give up,
be bold!

I will keep you cold