I wish to be by your side
Your love and warmth my company
In your arms I want to hide
I seek your love not your sympathy

A drop fell on me
No, it wasn’t rain
Or tea
Or cocoa
No, the drop that fell on me
Was one from your hazel eyes

they say
the truth ain’t pretty,
but
you are.
you know plenty
and
you don’t know too many.
you are
so fitting,
always in your zone.
always by yourself,
never feeling alone.
making solitude your home.

Don't interpret the light's
reach, on the longest
pain of summer.

There was no chaste tree
left for giving you shade
to sit and meditate.

You will not miss
a perfect sleep at dawn with
song birds sailing over your head.

A green snake has
dropped its skin bearing the trail
to copycat the detachment.

The backache returns
to dig out the hot moon
from the dark bushes.

I will sit and wait at the deck
for the cool fireflies to appear.

I want to kiss her endlessly
Beneath the stars
Embroidered on her belt

I long to fill her mouth
With the music
From my lips

If only for a day
I'd love to replenish her heart
With the warmth from mine

Perhaps even
Line her floor
With the colors of our clothes

...he is all kinds of perfect,
and then there's me,
i am poison.
it runs through my veins,
filling my head with impure thoughts,
and if we were ever to be together,
we would be poison smothered on an arrow's tip,
flying into the clear water at full speed
the poison slowly seeping, dissolving,
creating a toxic mixture that cannot be undone.