Somewhere in that
Angel's lair is my true
love, sleeping, waking,
Or maybe on his knees again,
Rosary-wrapped fist, his icy
Eyes staring straight ahead at Him hanging there,
The only man he truly adores,
The only one he'd give up
Love for, the only one
He allowed to brand his soul
With the image of
A sacred heart.

Yes, my true love is talking to the angels,
And letting them set the date.

I reached out to you
When I didn't know who or what I was,
And you gave me a piece of paper
that stated, "Redeem at your own risk".

I think, at the bottom of the pile,
is a list of all the things
I've learned to be afraid of...

And it all comes down to one
moment, one millisecond of traffic light red strobing deep into my terrified soul,
Pushing me forward into a sun so bright it burns like acid
And callously exposing me in all of my littleness
To the universe who looks over once and then ignores...

When I fell in love with life I did not know that one day it would lay in wait for me to pass by,
And then jump from behind to press
Itself into my open back
Slicing my core to ribbons,
And presenting me with the only truth there is:

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, is guaranteed."

Kiss me, drink with me,
Ireland and Africa,
Truly, Black Irish😊!

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

Bend to me darling and feel my embrace,
I shall be your only lover--
Whether you like it or not.
They might try and divide us,
But I will not let that happen,
We are meant to be together.
We will always be together.
Your blood runs like poetry
It soothes my dark fever,
I will drink you with pleasure
And revive this dead soul. 
As I trample your green earth
I do not care if you run,
I will narrow your escape
So you run only to me.
Your screams and cries are the symphony
I composed with a gun,
I have waited so long
And I ache to conduct.
My chance has arrived,
I'm impatient, dear sweetheart,
No more blue, no more yellow,
But my own white and blue,
New born from old,
Red as blood, bound forever...