i'm sorry if you're burdened by what i feel.
this is not your fault.
you didn't ask to be cared for,
and you didn't need anyone to be mindful of you.

but,
here i am --
for you,
and there you are --
for me,
for now.

i'm sorry for the weight i've put in your hands.
i promise to take it away, as soon as i can.
i know you don't need what i have for you,
and i know you won't ever want, what i can be for you.

but,
here i will still be for you,
and one day, you won't.

and that's okay,
that's okay.

breeze ripples palm groves,
a gleam in coconut fronds;
past peeps through the mist!

You look like art
Male and female
Way beyond the veil
Hard yet soft
A drink and a cough
You're the up
When there is down
You're the sun
For ever moons around
Heat to the cold
Fire to ice
I'll  be your lover
Not once nor twice
You be my husband
I be your wife
We be together
No ***
No strife
Cause you are art
And I flow inside you
As life and all that is due
You be art
And I be you
We be one
Art is true
You be art

I'll be the art
You the muse
For me to bring to light
Only for me to use
I am the art
But you the inspiration
Taken to my blank canvas with much dedication
Delicate strokes
Paint a vivid picture of us from the mind
The art and inspiration
Two in a pair
One of a kind
I'll be the art
Neither feminine or masculine
You're the beauty I draw from deep within
You the muse
For me to bring to light
And only for me to use

A muse for you to use
A light
Beyond the shadows of night
You be art
I be light
We be one
In the moon
As her light
Im the secret
You long to keep
I'm the essence
That make you weak
You be art
I be muse
Your lust
Your passion
Your love
Never would I refuse
I be bright
You be brighter  
You be heavy
Making me lighter
Eclipse of the sun
Where you stay
I begun
You be fuse
I be muse
We be art

Nova St. Paul & Naomi Sa'Rai

in a holy room
she weeps
it is a Blue Sunday,
—don’t you hear her, Jim?

roses weeping
she dances
in the dark
it is pouring
and she is empty
— oh Axl, don’t you see her ?

she hopes she can touch heaven
she feels like gold
her blood is full of it !
dreamy,
oblivious
spiraling
she’s become numb
—Don’t you feel her, Roger?

she tries to find her way to heaven
a new life
but her wings are scarred
— can you get her there, Eric?

Dear you, I know you hate the way clothes fit
but you run around calling out confidence, you hypocrite.
Stop covering your face with hair
people just don't care.

Dear you, I know you count the numbers and your days
praying you'd be lighter
so small you might float away.

Dear you, I know in the mirror you're not gentle
hurling abuse at the person in the reflection
are you hoping through rejection she'll change?
Even when you don't say the words they linger in your throat
waiting to -

Dear you, hating yourself is easy
you're full of questions and hate
'put down the plate'
hating yourself is getting into bed in darkness and listening to raindrops

Dear me, please stop.
You're tired of fighting everyone and then yourself
You're tired of catching your reflection looking at you for some validation
i'm yearning for love and i'm tired of starvation

Dear you, you will get out of bed and open the blinds,
you will make it better
I'm sorry for all i've put you through

Dear you, step-by-step unacounted for, I will look after you.