#selina
She's a blooming flower
In night mime, she's wild
The sunshine as her sign,
Of day she's gone.
Her light is bleaming
Like a star she shines
In twilight she blinks
In moonlight she hides
When darkness became her;
She's the night, a cat without fur
She naked and free
Yet the others won't like her further
She's as fat as the wind
In summer she blows
Like dark mush on an arabian sunrise
She's warm and she glows
She's flawful and detached
Like a bird, chirping at day
It hurt your ears but satisfy your soul
She's the sun's night owl.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Your name has meaning not to me
for I want the bat and not some trick
you use to hide your nightly guise,
the one I’ve come to
idolize
There’s many reasons you and I
have chased the cats and not the mice:
the rats have trouble keeping up,
the cats will scratch you but with
love
I don’t seek the face behind the mask
for I want layers upon layers—
upon dusk
to hide a face that might prove
you’re just a man and I’m a
fool
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC