A few months ago,
I wrote:
Give her love
And watch her grow.

In the time that has passed,
She smiles wider,
And her eyes crinkle when she does.
Her laugh is deeper,
And the sadness in her breath is gone.

To watch her change is a privilege only I have seen.
I feel as lucky as any man can be.
Each day brings new hope on the horizon,
As her tears wash into the sea.

love can lead you on steal your heart away
heartbreak and tears is the price you pay
all your skies turn when your skies were blue
love that you once had stole away from you

everything empty lonely and so bare
gone now has the love that was once there
time will heal the pain. restore your heart once more
you can learn to love a again just like you did before

I feel so

compelled

to bash your head in
with my love.

When you're dead,
I'll fashion a paintbrush
from a lock of your hair.

I'll paint you on the ceiling
in violent shades of burgundy.

I'll lick the bristles clean.

I'll paint my taste buds
with the vibrant flavors

of your love.

I'll craft a cradle from your bones,
and wrap it taught with your dermis.

Your

marrow

will seep out,

like the

love

from my heart.

I'll keep you.
Forever.
A shrine.
A memento.
A collectable.

A macabre reminder
of my

love.

Are like gems,
Learn where to hide them,
Or where to show them.
17/12/2021

You are my surrender to night
the days last exhale,
That dances into dreams..

You are the arch of day,
the warm rays of morning
the delight of new light...

a forest breeze
between the trees,

the bloom of laughter.
the evaporation of thoughts.

a beckoning gate, of which I step through-

Into your peaceful
And gentle presence.