Do you love me enough to be the cold snowflake to soothe the burning heat in me. ...???

Do you love me enough to feel me all over feel me deep inside yet keep away from touching me...???

Do you love me enough to long with burning thirst yet quench it not in me ....???

Do you love me enough to let your passion starve to feed the passion in me...??

Do you love me enough to let me be "silly" and yet you stick to me.....???

Do you love me enough to see my twisted claws and yet feel no disgust or pity in me...???

Do you love me enough for me to show you my scars and yet you won’t turn your back to me...????

Do you love me enough to sign up for torture yet not let that smile evade me...????

Do you love me enough to be my insane inspiration and never even think you’d leave me....???

What is it for?
All this turmoil, the inner battles
I have with myself each day to try to keep floating

What is it for?
And what is the point of floating anyway
If it causes these controls?

What is it for?
Do I even have to be what I am?
What  they  say I am?

What is it for?
All my life's work to be seen as a life wasted


Unsure and confused
About what it's all for.

She was like a ripe fruit on the highest branch of a tree,
Many tried to get her,
Only true love found her.
1/9/2020

The night has the power
The energy to absorb, its dark
The absence of light makes it dark
To liberate and put off the fears
The light has the power, switch it on
Tuned to light, the vision in the dark, at loss
So the dark has the power over the light
It takes away all, makes things invisible
Don’t be afraid
It is the light within that guides, the vision
To switch off or switch on
Discretion lies with the mind

✨✨

Loving you is like eating pistachios,
I can't stop once I have started!

Blue eyes, ever so mysterious
Sealed lips,  always hiding a secret,
Red hair,  a dash of love when you run away from truth.


Joy shining in your eyes, laugh lines ever present,
Laughs escaping your lips as if it costs you nothing,
Hair playing with the wind like children with no worries



Eyes downcast,  shying away or guilty?
Lips smiling from here, frowning from there,
Hair,  half done up,  half swaying in the wind.



So tell me darling,  what are you? An open book or a relic written in God's own language?

She stands before the bathroom mirror
Creating several different faces
Tryng to find the one that doesn’t
Make her look so tired and old.

Some of them make her look ill
A couple more look silly.
The one she finally settles on:
A wan and disappointed smile -

Accepted as least ugly of the bunch
It’s not the face she’d hoped to wear
In this the Autumn of her life.
She expected some small trace
Of former beauty to remain.

She tried to make a little sparkle
To liven up her somber eyes
And find the muscle in her cheek
That lifts her lips into a grin.

A sorry rictus of despair
Was all that effort brought her
So she gave up and threw the switch
And slipped away in darkness
ljm