I will follow the followed

Those cuspacated fingers cringe of dried blood

The cracking lips
belching
the word "fursat"
from a dying Noah
after years of desiccating floods

I stare for hours
at the keyboard

It's staring back at me

So I change my profile picture
But I'm feeling the same

So comes the light

The night ?

That will soon disappear

There I stand lashed to the key
But the tsunami never comes

Just reality sweeping over me

A presence, both shadow and light,
you paint the world in shades I only knew existed.
You are the comfort, the ache,
the singular desire I reach for.
It was a surprise, this depth,
this overwhelming tide,
a feeling that never truly
found its measure.

There's a tremor, a wildness,
a soaring I hadn't imagined possible.
Lead me into the uncharted,
beyond the familiar maps of our lives.
Show me the world transformed,
reflected in your gaze,
a vibrant, new creation
brought forth by your touch.

This moment, fragile,
on the very edge of revelation.
Every curve, every contour of your being,
a sacred quest I must undertake.
Only your essence, your fire,
ignites this deepest part of me,
a burning I willingly embrace,
surrendering to your rhythm.

I lose myself in the ebb and flow,
a sweet disarray.
My thoughts unspool, unanchored,
the clarity of reason dissolves.
A swirling vortex inside me,
vision blurred by this intensity,
this pull that demands everything.
What holds us in this space?

The boundaries blur,
each breath a testament to your effect.
This fevered dream,
a reality I welcome.
Every fiber of my being yearns,
to feel the imprint of your presence,
to absorb your very spirit,
until we are indistinguishable.

I grant you the lead,
for I am adrift, delightfully so.
My mind reels, unmoored,
the known world recedes.
This profound disorientation,
a beautiful chaos,
compelling me to ask:
What are we waiting for, now?

I masked my fears, because I was broken
I tried to write, but the pain has dried my quill
I couldn’t see the light, couldn’t feel worth
I curled up, I retreated
I tried to smile, but the joy was gone
The betrayal of love is so complete
I just wanted to stay hidden.

I saw her, behind the mask
I understood her, through her paintings
I noted everything, and engaged her
Why did I let her in?  Why did it feel right?
I was honest, and kind to her.
She didn’t see me as broken, or damaged
She unchained me, shined the light on my dark

I saw her, this amazing woman
I lost hope because it always hurt
But she broke through the walls,
Where I thought no one could
She’s awakened parts of me I thought buried
I was lost inside my own head,
actions of the past tormenting me

No one sees me the way she does

We have to face what we know we can’t fix alone
Trying to find ways to escape this cycle together
We try to hide the broken pieces
We try to write, but within the ink, there is no hope
We can’t fix what is broke,
If we never face it, together

The past is the past,
we cannot fix it,
cannot revisit it,
but we can learn from it,

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !

Cupid found me and turned me into mush
when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush !
Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell
I feel all sugar coated, dipped in love's pell-mell

Cupid God of desire sets his darts on fire
toasting hearts and filling them with great desire
Cupid loves to match us heart to heart  
fitting us together we will never part  

Cupid isn't stupid in fact he's very smart
he loves people and calls everyone,  "sweetheart"
Cupid knows his arrows are extra-extra hot  
and when it comes to love, he always hits the spot.    

When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !

You listened
You stopped looking and you found him
Love is love
Your face told the story you shortened for the sake of time
Mr and Mr will walk down tbe aisle
Listen for Evergreen you said
I will dance at your wedding with my husband
Much happiness and looking forward to celebrating your Love

Growing old never seemed so bad.  
Sure, I pretend to moan and dread,  
My knee buckles and my back knots.  
Yet it’s another year of being alive.  

Growing old is a privilege,  
As another year around the sun  
Marks another year of growth.  
What else are we here for?  

Growing old is a privilege,  
Growing old together is a luxury.  

Growing old never seemed so bad.  
Yet I mourn the years we’ve lost to fate.  
Like a new book too precious to read—  
Too scared to see how many chapters are left.  

But books are never judged by their length,  
It’s by the way they change you.  
The way they mark themselves into you,  
Like wrinkles on skin.  

So worry not, take your time with fate.  
I’ll pull up a chair, a good book and coffee.  
And when you arrive, I’ll have a library—  
Of stories to share, wishing you had been there.

do you remember
the pause
between words?

do they remember
the place on spine
where water dropped.

bone.

I am holding a love
with no destination.
It floods me without warning,
fills me with purpose,
With all the fire of arrival, and nothing waiting on the other side.

No, he is not
waiting at the gate.
He’s nowhere.
And this love,
it’s too vast for my body,
too loud for sleep,
too loyal
to walk away.

This grief,
this relentless, boundless
love was meant to land
in his heart.
Always.
Instead it circles inside me,
wings beating
against bone,
a bird
that can’t find
a place to perch.

I can’t destroy it.
I won’t.
It’s the last thing I have
that still knows
his shape.

But it’s heavy.
It trembles.
It begs for release.
And I am breaking
under the weight
of what cannot be given.

the winter fields
are thickly quilted
  
in snow
and the crows

call cold
their messages

a bold blue sky
tugs the sun

to a quick exit
last night

i saw
mother moon

floating 
in the trees

last night  
i heard

the stars
calling out

across the darkness