we often think
about the honey
that's missing from
our cup of tea.
and we tend to deny
that it is the lemon
we put there
that adds so much
flavour.

we often forget
to add happiness
to simplicity.

-May Colde

blossom flowers
melted hours
caramel sunsets
us reunited.
                                midnight kisses
                                slow whispers
                                dancing bodies
                                careless souls.
   such a summer grail.

-May Colde

don't be fooled.
       broken hearts' tears
       are
             sweet venom
to former lovers.

-May Colde

the most dangerous
tornado
is called
art.

-May Colde

we adore her.
we worship the Moon
but we forget that
it is the Sun that
shines for her
and lets her
steal the show
every night.

-May Colde

checking my hopes
                      flying to the deepest galaxies
                                                           landing in poetry.


-May Colde