heads of golden yellow stem so green and bright
standing up so tall standing so upright.

glowing in the sun in the early dawn
sat there on display in the early morn.

even in the boxes of the window sill
this lovely springtime flower the golden daffodil.

such a sight  to see such a lovely thing
i love to see the daffodils in the early spring

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent, the more selfish. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

Life is a karoke
Set your own tune.
Sing your own song.

You're afraid of the fire
every time you see it
every time you put your hand out to the fire you pull it away
you pull your fridged hands back inside the handwoven pocket
are you afraid shes different?
why are you afraid of the fire?
why are you afraid of getting burned?
i put my hand gently in her hair
I kiss her soft lips
the fire.... the fire doesn't burn
it feels warm against my umber skin
I don't feel cold in the fire
why are you afraid of the fire?
the fire shares the same oak as us
I love the fire on my skin