mon dieu
enchante'
madame
gratuits dans mon égocentrisme
seul dans mon sufferage
vous sous la tour
et je me tiens sous
éclat de votre enfant
visage tête chauve et frisson

never sure the water from dribbles   pure
from ever flows might maybe iron   rust
taint the clearest water pures    with
lust with calcium with ores
until
one day the fountain stood and shined
like raindrops from the crystal sky and spoke
dear sir you are mine
and kissed my brow my mouth with dreams
and washed my feet and called my name
and  made my life all seem
crystalline
stood in mists from evermore
and took my hand in hers
and shined

according to pure reason  
to be elected to Senator or President
one must have at least eight
****** predator allegations against them.
I'm running for Senator one day when
it takes good morals and a dream to make America great again.
I will mean it. Not just act like an *** on a bus and get elected anyways.

I've been silent so far about some **** in my own house.
In Alabama, we got a special election on Dec 12th.
Special it is.
We have the choice between an accused child molester
who has been removed twice from previous offices like Supreme Court Justice for refusing to uphold a legal declaration from a superior court.  Tend we do here I see a trend to not fall for anyone telling us what to do.
Might have something to do with losing some war a while ago.
I am not sure.
Moore is a professed evangelical who wears a cowboy hat
slings a gun around at fundraisers. Shoot them ***** ***** Dem'crats!  He shouts!
Our only choice here in the drother is some droll dude who never did speak up for Alabama and Genral Lee or the white hood?
How could this be?
God suffer a dem'crat get 'lected!!!  ****** man.
We alls got princepals and I cant stand fer no ones to tell me how to vote, which thingy I gotta pull, once in that there booth?
To vote fer this upstanding great Moore man whos seems
to be reserrectin' the great south ?

Man I gonna support him no matter what.

I don't care 'bout my young girls or blacks or none that ****!
Don't tell me how to be!

It may be difficult
even if you in the Senate
or a Representative
next week
how to come on to that lithe sweetheart
who you think about
Can I hug her and say sweet nothings in her rear
I mean ear
how many drinks must I buy her for
I try to cop a feel
Can I lie like a director
best say I am not a producer
just an Editor?
I was witty charming attentive.
God tell me what to do now?

imagine
I am Donald
I am in Utah
after slapping my back

States rights glow
had even a native or two
on my side
calling my lawyer

back at Penn Avenue
he said, Donald, so
sorry I used your tweeter
I kind of indicted you

for obstruction they
might have probable cause now along with the
Flynn **** for obstruction. I TWITTERED how
you knew back in January
about Flynn lying before
the Comey stuff.

We have several options,
We can deny deny call it fake, like we do
or charge bold out the gate saying
a president can't obstruct ******.

Text me back.

Trump twittered for a minute lightly considered like he did on the TV series.
You Fired!!  Hahaha just kidding.
You take things seriously.Lie out your *** deny, stand in their face and makeup **** about Hillary,

We got the tax plan and all the rich ***** on our side!!!  LOL


Trump grabbed a *****!
And smiled.

miracles arouse desirous
the cave-men and women
like fire arose from flint
astound
from leaves
a roaring din
amongst the lull
of sunken caves in mountains
wombs
and we walked out
bare-knuckled
still
afire with desires
alit split upon
earthly need
like cavemen and women
still

cONGRATS REPUBLICANS!
wE'VE BEEN ABLE TO PASS TAX RELIEF
FOR bILLIONAIRES
AND cORPORATIONS
AND TAKE AWAY ANY OPPORTUNITY TO HELP
POORER aMERICANS!!  hIP hIP hOORAY!!!
aND BY THE WAY ADD A tRILLION DOLLARS TO THE DEFICIT!  wOOHOO!!!!!!!
wHAT A GREAT SUCCESS!
cONGRATS rEPUBS!  gONNA REMEMBER THIS LIKE
i REMEMBER YOU HELPING ELECT THE THE NEXT ******!
bOY WHAT A GREAT COUNTRY!  i'M GLAD i'M A BILLIONAIRE SO i CAN GET RELIEF FROM OUR gOVERNMENT!

KT McFarland and out like a zit gonna pop Donald Trump!

thus far two guilty pleas
two Trump insiders on house arrest
too many ******* lies too much Republican *******
it's coming down Donald
and though you were not a true
American, I question the birthright of every
alt-right bible thumping
prejudiced mother -******* white dude
who took my nation, stick a pin in your bubble
you are done prejudice is gonna be over, thank you Donald
for how this is gonna work out!

ok, now I get that it's all Fake News,
Like how Bob Mueller got a three-star General
on his knees licking boots,
And it seems weird Heil Trump's
been like a late August 1945 Adolph
been losing it,
rescinding public apologies
again questioning the
birthplace of Obama
reacting these last two days
to all the pressures building
**** it, we all know he knew. He is gonna be the
end of this drama. ****, he tried to persuade Comey
to end the investigation into Flynn. I was born at night, just not last night.
This is gonna be pretty as when Flynn
exited the courthouse
and was serenaded with the
same song he led at the convention against Hillary!  
Lock (him) up!  Lock (him) up!!!
I love to see a hypocrite get (his) due!

To love,
      surety sure as the sky is blue
blue as any and all warmth
           of colored skin
true as truth on the lips
             of statues
of red lipstick on a rough chin
                  strong
as stronger hangs from steel
          taller skyscapes
and mountain limbs
            deep
deeper than a long call of
            an eagle soaring down
to her mate falling, falling
                  around down
down to almost crash
          but see
the seas as the blue rush crash
               on white sands beauty of
naked skin
                and hues of
sunlit scenes
                      in your bronze
brown skin your eyes,
    To love: In more brevity...
is all there is!

generous  teeth wide
the breath of her breath now
I see dimples too

in her hair I figured
all along the strands down to her bangs
I lingered along the lashes
became a vision
leaked down a cheek fell onto
her silky neck
became a molecule came into her
blood flowed down her heart
pumped me into her toes as they curled
traveled vascular
up her spine-tingling and came
smiling out the corner of her mouth
a wet spot
next to the corner of her smile
soft silky moist glistens
a mist on her breath
a bit of touch on the pillow
a dream on the next day's memory
a dream for forever

I guess
I'll go back to poetry
now that
the real thing is ending

It's hard to lose touch
when you finally found it
hard to imagine
being content
staring at computer eyes
and typing can never
replace her flesh and blood hand

yet the reality is we must part after meeting
so brief the moment
so unsweet the parting
I may write a poem full of tears
I may tear this **** keyboard apart

trying to make it all real once more
her feel her heart her love for me.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e.e. cummings
1894-1962

wander I will
eyes to a northern star
alone, again

nine days gone of heaven's gift
a rift in the new
curtains.... show

me time, make a place
where the moon
graces my face

where a slice of life may be eternity-
a day....like her cries in the
dark nights

bothered flames of
bedstead candle
wicks

like the breeze of a day coming
cold and shallow
as my world

come Saturday
afternoon
shall make lights grow dim

but hearts fire grow
in all distance
in memories

glance

Life lightly drifting like seeds
of a dandelion on the slightest breeze
up and away beyond
the day to day  bounds
over fences to a grass greener
over a tall pine
in the distance
to light down someday real
in an arm of nature a face
of sun
a light so brilliant a future
of limitless creations
happiness
a smile of a cradle of
green hill
over the horizon once
now real
so flesh and blood
and I treasure
I see
I saw I know
this is where
I choose
to make my home

to
change to
sweet romance
to one day in the sun
all now in that one ray
that caught my glance fell
into my eye amongst millions
all brilliant and bright
like it was meant to be
away in a new game
we became the
same standing naked
in the dawn
arms open calling
I am yours
Love

suddenly I see how simple life is as
mama cat plays with a cricket
on the cold tile floor
flipping him over when he holds still
studying his every move
having a ball terrorizing this poor thing
but she cares for her brood with
unerring courage chasing the pit bull away
yelping as her sharp talons
taught him
to not get so curious
she eventually left
one leg left on the tile
and lost interest
went back to her babes so cute
and nursed them like a soft angel

the pit bull no longer ventures past the curtain
in the hall
and I haven't seen a cricket
since going to Annie's market
across the street where
they charge money for them


I was too late taking that cricket outside away
from her viciousness
she did what nature told her to do
I guess

mis-measured the bed for the sheets and pillows
possibly on purpose
it's a king and proper fitting things would give her too much area to
wander away from me in sleep and I
so desire her near next right against me
a Freudian sheet?
Did I do it on purpose?
Three days now and we'll be together for the first time ever. I anticipate fret with should I trim my mustache and hair
change my toothpaste
floss cleaner
make the bed with one hospital corner?
which side should I leave uncovered
the left or right since
the queen sheets and bedspread cover only so much?
Should I clean the toilet again?
Try to write her a poem to give her when
she steps in our
efficiency apartment mansion
I picked the right woman
one who is into hearts and feelings instead
of fancy cars and nights out
cause I got planned
some long moonlight walks  maybe a
fire outside in a barrel we can sit 'round
drink a few
and watch the embers curl
as I sneak views of her sneaking peeks
and know yeps
she is my love
and later we
will go inside into the bed half covered and love then
snuggle all night and soon
the refrigerator will get here and
we'll have  somewhere to chill a spoon
and our beer
I can't wait for her
I feel wealthy and wise
I know she is mine!

seeds sprout sow
the very unhappy
love lost
the un-kempt
un-fertilized
loneliness of
sodden rows planted carefully
that fail to burst no matter the care
tended
tendrils  from the next
row
creep  in
to loose upon the soils
a magnum opus somehow someday
becomes roots
becomes the next day's soil
the next world's
good  
a next field
open

we are devilish sparrows flitting
anon, currant fruits upon a limb-
talons curl grasp the worlds
ovaries and testicles
in delightful spurts
of esplanade;
an umbilical cord remains
after mama chews in two
the veins,
in vesical exuberance
we splay
and **** and hew
the sweet fruits flesh the
mane
the same as our
tree trunks do.
Cantilever on a shelf
ripen
weave a poem ourself
make cream and wetness
come into the silver eyes of lust,
it is all so normal now
the cow(brown cow)
forever
masticates
white forever now

Ergo; distal;
two of my proximal
favorites,
I've wanted to weave into
a write since
I thought of them-
now I just sort of lead with them,
not quite weaved, and tell me
could I?
I'm thinking on my feet
or rather my ***,
just typing, ergo
the distal part of my buttocks
aches a bit.
I want this to make sense but my fingertips
ergo the distal tips of my
appendages
are now tingling,
a bit of carpal tunnel,
I suppose. Some things just
are not supposed to be profound.
Ergo distal

just visiting
   every once in the while
                this exotic place
where dreams take shape
again

along treelines
   very near the coastal plains
                a time once where ships
had sails and lives were
placed

by visionaires
   painting psalms as true stories
               and dreams as real life
morals with plans to make
more

in the future
    as sticks and sands and
             and waders in the blue surf
lapping at ankles call the
shore

home as the sailor seeks
      his love when the sails have folded
              the salt washed in fresh waters
again a sip of barley
seek

amore'

besides a fool my one goal
is to be a happy one,
not someone's tool
but a grace calm nothing in
this cruel universe can touch me
here,
in this smilingly no care at all
omniverse,
one!
I aim to be carefree as a lark
an April fool every day
shark who sees
beyond his Id and ego
into the
blue sky at night.
Test every smile with
a bit of larceny
and wink,
wink wildly,
at destiny.

in the absence I
ran faster
I seemed to have life
a substance

was disaster
and I
talked about
how I had
one

a life
I heard my mouth
say
one time
how I was happy

living in
a catacomb
of denial
I became it
darkness grey

one day I sat
on the porch
unable to score anything
and I saw
the sunrise

I got alive
I hope you do
too
someday

sound me call off talk make me feel  
real
tell me lies
tell me about love amidst this
falling sky

around me surround take me full
try
wake me
yell
call my soul aloud
I've fallen

take my life in hope
speak into my depths
call me alive
shine that light
on me

make me feel better
love

there the bend is
the crook of the creek
the neck of the crane craning up
leg deep
fallen cypress's
their stumps jutting out
above the currents
and the moss clinging to
everything
where men go
at night to
jump in
where the minstrels play at dawn
in solemn currents
passive calls
and there I was baptized
saved
called upon
oh blackwaters
oh the glow oh the birds
beaks sighing so..

over and near the
trees silky veils
I spy up high
a sultry breeze
whispering warm nothings
to the sky

under tresses of
dressed to the hilt
willows elms
and oldest molting
is the fires calmness
in that oak

a grand facade
of suns brocade
nearer inside
the broken glade
a sly smile

a shy shimmer
once then I spied
an eagle
higher gliding
upon the
cerulean sky

whose wings
contained the glow
the shimmer of
the sun and everything
nearer

taken skyward heaven
bound into a
realm
my heart resounds
now beating

sounds and
visages of Indian
towns and
teepee
villages
of

maiden dames and red
men stronger
than
earthen clay
and tall
brown
cities

and there I lay my goal
for one day become
the man of war the
peace-pipe
song
of love and nature

bound by heart by hope
by everything
this cold world
is in
need of now

I wake and find myself in love:
And this one time I do not doubt.
I only fear, and wander out
To hold long parley with a dove.

The innocent and the guilty, met
Here in the garden, feel no fear.
But I'm afraid of you, my dear.
There was a reason: I forget.

And I by shyness am undone
And can't go out for fear I meet
My poems dancing down the street
Telling your name to everyone.

The lichen peels along the wall.
My conversation bores the dove.
He knows it all: that I'm in love
And you care much and not at all.

I shall stay here and keep my word.
Glumly I wait to marry dust.
It grieves me only that I must
Speak not to you, but to a bird.

**Written by:  Dom Moraes
Dominic Francis "Dom" Moraes (19 July 1938 – 2 June 2004) was an Indian writer and poet who wrote in the English language.

that certain decorum the chug of
progress down tracks leading
far off growing together perspectives
as if horizons have personality
persona decorative mustaches
on poster board canvases in chalk
scribbled concrete bridge abutments
how the man on the hill chants come here
a cloudy guru like quality you
want need to believe fall for
because the tobacco-stained sidewalks
no longer describe your path
so you take refuge in homeless shelters
eat sup in soup kitchens in torn jeans
long unkempt hair and a bath
might be nice
the lentil soup may smell better
how you know constantly there up high
behind the glass in the steel sky eye
a man sits knowingly
pulling strings
yanking the tongues
out of your independence
just playing
like god
you huff
puff
and stare
completely...

once was told
(i heard his voice snappy)
            how mountains made small hills
and valleys
     flowers and tributaries
how
            (smallest of flows might)
calm winds often upon
                                       the moon's left side
( tons of soil) make
a day
so

wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back

I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather

low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning

to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears

a pied pipers eye
to cry at the  drop of a
small seed

into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero

making life renew
stop
and look

becoming
moist
I am

just dew
and heaven
mists

which period shall I resound the four
verses one, the rhyme?  shall I use parentheses
or just write free, might I space
or italicize or leave this un-glamorized?

I walk down the long six-story concrete steps
a step at a time divining
the barren apartment
the govt spends
its money on above hovering

You think I want to live here
in this danger rat infestation
its free but that don't make me happy
I have a baby
and the world calls me a freeloader

obviously, I have decided to
write this in stanzas
it doesn't flow like the steps
this woman walks down daily
I do my best

sometimes I sleep with men when the cupboards bare
I decided to break the flow up

for why
I don't know

I have gone two weeks without diapers before and my baby
I would do anything for her so don't judge me. I
am not a *****.

I am trying to survive.  

Again I interrupt her story to inject-
poetry has to make a difference, it often doesn't rhyme, it
isn't made to be  syllables and meters.
It is to make a difference. Let me shut up.
let her speak.

I didn't mean to bring a child into this hell. But I gave in
to one night of weakness, Now I am stuck  on the sixth floor here in this bleak *** building with no hope no
idea how I might make her life better.
I have tried god.

All I have now are the streets.

The streets are brutal.

while many the limbs do speak their blues in lonesome woods
as leaves this time of year fall away from twig from view
decay in shades of purple hues under naked boughs and still
strong bare trunks under grayer skies and more nights news
the tree does see her next year already the buds growing a new
harvest of tender sprouts and flowers perhaps a brighter
year and winter rests through her bareness upon the ground for once turns it brown footsteps of squirrels and claws still visit
anon their slumbering upon her bark like flesh tender hearing
the time clock say its time to rest again and let us renew
under whitefall flakes and frost and dew renew a limb
broke off last year let a few months slumber begin and anew
neat spring spry forward more glorious and stronger
more colorful like life which has this seasons plan and days in sun
all arranged and days in rest brown naked and ways we just can't understand
but nature...
does

never been there
West Virginia
or anywhere like your heart

covered bridges
ancient ridges
all those lonely miles

between the coasts
I wonder what every mile
every smile is like

a coal miner's daughter
miles tick
the odometer

as I traverse
states
many ladies addresses

all forgotten as
I go now with only
one destination

Just there like a sparkle in her eye
I was,
a moist glow a tear about to fall
a shine,
She made me what I felt
a heart glow,
Most careful when viewed
in her eye,
incredible the feeling
beautiful,
poised on the precipice
of her,
time

conscience bequeaths I must amend this tale
of bravery to expose, I did nothing out of
this world nor above the call of a normal human
I only did what I saw was called for.

Bravery is a short-sighted woe of a fool
at times a man not thinking , seeing
someone in need I guess we have this blindless
to feel to go without thought impose

Our own cost of justice upon what we saw
and time has its limits for the mind
to fully digest, like a fine three-course dinner
we must have time for it to impress

but, once seen, once saw , once
the raw information progresses to the
pituitary gland and adrenaline
flows, instincts take over and we fight or fly

now this time, as this story digresses, I saw what I thought
was an insufferable transgression of a man
beating his dog alongside the road,
a Dalmatian she was, so I took his right arm and broke it.

I only spent one night in jail where they fed me bologna
Two pieces of bread and an apple.
Let me out the day after. And I have wondered
ever since what happened to the dog and
where that ******* is

I want to break his left arm, too!

Our forest path lies green and deep,
enchanting flowers adorn the hill,
the morning silence now prevails,
so very soothing and so still.

The wildlife that huddled through the night,
now waking from their cozy beds,
with dew sparkling in the morning light,
and the sun shining overhead.

The morning echo of the streams,
sets a divine tranquil mood,
easily getting lost in our dreams,
within this enchanting forest solitude.

Walk with me through our forest,
share with me in our dreams,
swim within the pool of my soul,
as the splendor of our love gleams.

can I love and trust and smile and cry
all at the same time
might my limits be love trust and a smile wide as eternity
I don't like crying
I hate Forrest Gump
it makes me buy a box of Kleenex every hundred times
I've seen it.
Where crying comes in I often get all
emotional, tear in my beer sort of ****.
I like to be the one in a party watching sad movies.
TEAR CHECK!  I yell!
right after I wipe my eyes clean.
but crying is needed
I guess
and it's not reserved for sadness
lately
I've had a lot of happy tears shed
and I guess
again
tears are
needed
to  cleanse
I haven't washed  
my face for days
and tears feel kind of good
\

I need to start writing younger
like in hip hop about cool ****
the trend is younger
the millenial
I thinks

and I had my day
in the sun the gutter
had our sayings
like cool and groovy
made like we was

(cool)  I tried not to say that.

****,
so tell me again after
I die with flowers and a big ceremony

how I made you feel or melt or cry
talk now as I lay stiff unable to hear
how great and saintly I was , (unreal)

dress me in a black suit (I'd never wear
living)
place me in a golden casket
(I sure can't afford, now)
nor ever could
VA only pays 250

If I could inject while I am breathing
I want my funeral now, while I'm living!
Let's rent out the parlor
at the mortuary
and get high on ******
and Patron

I'll buy a black suit
for that cash in my life
insurance and spend it for
a big bowl of ******* and  Hash
and caviar (i've never tried it)

We'll all slurp oysters and
dance with lampshades on for nights
and then you can plant me
with the biggest smile

On my lapel, I'll die
smelling a rose I plucked
from the cemetery.

seen one  of life's peaks
seen many mountains
been around a few of life's
mysteries and evaded
none

I saw my children come  out of
their mother's womb
I fell on my knees
at the majesty

I was near when people close to me
passed into the next world
I've seen history be told
by wise old *****
whose days had passed 90
or 93

I have seen young die too soon
7 11 13
28

53
I wasn't there when my dad passed
I've  loved dogs
and cats children and women

Music and ages and strangers I never knew
in the distance
I see me pass
I  see the world keep on spinning
I only wish
for the chance to tell
to certify my love
hold her eternally
one time
before the end

you know how after gesso-ing the canvas
you sit back,
take the largest brush you have
add some titanium white with the darkest blue
you can find
and attack that woven weave wanting to
make almost love to it
temper it with color
not knowing what result you are after
I do.
Then you see light spots shadows clouds
trees and fields ponds appear
a few geese white flying
just with a slight addition here and there
trees seem to believe they are real
shadows grow all from one tangent knowing
how that is real
when what you want
need to paint is more surreal.
And the perspective all the sudden changes
into third worlds
reality
I do.
I do know the almost uncontrollable urges of creativity.
I know the best selling colors.
I just faint to use them.
I get all wild.

wonder how the days have withered my leaves
into songs recalled and loves remembered
all along I thought the sun was shining
but then I got all old and wiser

amazing how the crystal clear of youth ambers     like
an ancient jewel

how these eyes got so much dimmer yet
brighter in hope in seeing things clearer
even though the distance blurred the close is
obscured


how then I found one day a jewel
among the crystals of a sand dune

is amazing again
I sit and analyze and I guess

it's karma

said a something
           to myself
it was a reminder
           to make a better life
somehow someday
          want to make something
a day soon change
          stop all this lying
to myself

take a day to change or a year
           anyway
I have the incentive
             and mean to
soon

sabbath yesterday
the candles dim
and the choir boys
go on practicing
alone
like pews in the back of
the vast
spectacles
of  colored glass
windows with angels in their eyes
innocence
the man the one
pinned with the white crest at his throat
like
Christs' magnanimous suffering spoke
ten Hail Marys
and they awoke
and the angels cried
again

How well it seems
I get to know your scenes
in the tug of nights darkness
in the realms of touch

blind innocent still
along the edges of
shadows still peeked
and viewed of both sides
now and wondered aloud musical
how I might find
the right touch the soul
the very nature of calm
I have searched for
so long

and on that edge, I pose
balancing hope
and juggling desires
a heartfire
and a cold ice juggernaut
fiercely holding
hope's eternal flame
in hands of clay
of mind's worthless
qualms

worry no more my fruitless
search has ended
along the edge I
fell headfirst in;
in love in peace into eternity;
into a vast new you and me.
Into love forever....
I stake my claim.

I walk no more alone,
eternally.

A white horse
body armor
a fire-breathing dragon
a sword
a Knight
a Warrior
a Prince
a Lover….He is…

A lady
in waiting
her love my destiny
her desire
my need

That connection of the heart, of the soul…
of each breath…. just breathe, deep feelings,
trust of the heart, the essence of each soul touching,
blending, combining, linking, joining, connecting,
entwining, merging together, deep feelings….Love…
a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is….

she is the faith I have lived
each day hoping
she is the horizon
come closer be real
and it is her
which essence takes
as truth and honesty

Dreams, serenity, peacefulness, that calm feeling of
tranquility, that connection of the heart, of the soul…
hope and faith, trust and love, those deep feelings,
stardust sparkles and moonbeam glimmers, fireflies,
soft kisses, gentle embrace’s, finger traces….Love…
a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is….

depths of hearts are lethal
and mine has been broken died
now in her eyes
words of future
peace
arise
take wing
on Angels
make beauty
real
and on that
glimpse I breathe



That connection of the heart, of the soul…
a quaint riverbed, big oak trees, leaves singing
a gentle breeze, the moon, stars the sun, hearts embrace,
souls collide touching deep inside, mornin giggles,
toast and jam, moon pies, warmth and hot coffee….
forehead kisses, lips brushing the shoulder and…Love…

That word she knew that
promise that thought
the knowing
the sublime connection
I saw her there
giggling sweet
coffee and normal things
my dream

A white horse
body armor
a fire breathing dragon
a sword
a Knight
a Warrior
a Prince
a Lover…My Heart…He is…
~

**A lady
in waiting
her love my destiny
her desire
my need