Bygone days
Of love and prosperity
Clarity remains
With the absence of charity
No one understands the severity
Irregularity to regularity
Popularity of the singularity
We all possess a similarity:
Absence of solidarity

I was sitting at a table in a café when she walked in.

I said, “Hey, good-looking stranger— would you like a cup of coffee?”

We were laughing, drinking coffee—

when suddenly, she caressed me.

We were heading straight to the wedding—

then I woke up, needing coffee.

I'm not free to go

into the woods, there's a free --


couple mating there.

Our eternal love

started to blow and then it --


flew out of the bed.

Don’t stay because you feel you must,
Love can’t be built on guilt or dust.
Stay only if your heart beats true,
If every breath still aches for “you.”

I want your smile, not just your face,
Your laughter warm, your soft embrace.
But if your joy begins to fade,
Don’t let our love become a cage.

I’d rather kiss you one last time,
Than hold you bound by silent crime.
So stay, my love, if love is why
Not just to soothe a saddened sigh.

There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh

Here!
Now!
Be!
Me!

Incubus
🧚🏻‍♂️
Library

we are free
to become as we please

not a demon
but a faerie
now lives
in me