My tongue moves
as metaphors
washing up against sandy shores
to gently break and build
the beach
to how it stood
just years before.

Inducing pleasure
Beyond earthly measure
Time's tether—I searched for you
Unearthing treasure
Oh!—how such flavourful fantasies came true

You've pulled me from darkness
Enlightening all that surrounds us
Such soulful connection surmounts trust
Shining stardust—loving eyes sparkle

"What raw lust!"

Caressing touch—
Together, we tremble
Together, we are bright
Willfully I succumb—all-encompassing light

May our ties forever be tight
A life together—free from plight

You were born a seed,
tiny and weak.
Planted in soil,
dark, lonely and cold.
Mind filled with thoughts,
tears flowing, watering each quote.
You'll start to grow,
you'll learn to stand,
and feel the warm sun touch your hand.
Your leaves will drive you
to all that's worse,
then you'll bloom as a flower
with the power of words.

If you could choose between
losing yourself and discovering
the deepest parts of your soul with
their weakness, fragilities and fears,
what will your choice be eventually?
And if you go for the first one,
will you walk in the streets
like an empty body looking lost
among humans whom souls you
cannot and do not want to touch?
And if you go for the second one
will you have the strength to fight
the demons who will come at night?
Will you see your soul while looking
in the mirror and recognize it as yours
in its whole being, with its scars?
If you could be whole, would
you still choose to be a half?

On the surface of her eyes,
An algal pool in full bloom.
He wades in with his lashes, caught,
Stumbles around in the fishing nets
Soaked to the knee.

The place in which the oxygen should be
Is choked up now, perplexed, verdant,
A floating city of jealous skirts
Buffeted by a harsh March wind...

And further down, he has her pinned
Tracing paths in shallow waters
Close yet distant to seashell ears
Roughening the lilypad surface
With a single feather.

Through algal bloom, she wonders whether
He'll bother wading down to meet
The covert Atlantis beneath his feet.

Your fingers trace my skin
and I forget what
I was going to
say
next...