I don’t need your time.
I have you in my head, heart, and soul.
But if you have nothing better to do,
I would never mind your time.
“If only… in some other universe, we had every waking minute for one another.”

Constellations of expectations
My shackles— my only relations
A walking canvas of self-destruction

In my sleepless dreams
I see you coming back

The dusk casts a
Shadow on your face
The setting sun
The rising moon
Banish the gap
Between us.

In the shadowed streets that sigh
Under burden of human cry,
From the troubled hearts that weep,
As secrets silent sleep.

There flows a river where flowers bloom
On banks of gold and verdant plume,
Where zaftig earth finds its voice,
In nature's sweet rejoice.

And as the dawn in crimson hue,
Breaks on world refreshed anew,
Sun of hope and prayer true
Sparkles silver yon pavements' dew.

We’re not in the movies

But when I look into your eyes I see blue and purple static

If I stare long enough I get lost in starless pools of deep blue

I could drown in them if you’d let me

The wrinkles in your hands echo ceaseless queries

I try and fail to piece together the patchwork puzzle of white lies and half truths

Your aura glows with warmth and light
but your shadows haunt me at night

I never knew maternal love could be so painful

Your scriptures guided your sight,
Turning the other cheek,
Blinded by light

While they tortured and abused your blood
They took advantage of your nature

I forgive the woman you were
I forgive your blind eyes

But in forgiveness lingers pain, searing, each time I see your face.