i blow a cool kiss
to the boiling ***
(lest it bubble over)

joyously cooking
mixin' and masterin'
stirrin' and spinnin'
sealin' and servin'
meals wrapped up all
tight

mmm.. tell me the secret
in how it tastes just like
love every time ?

stream of blades
like fish migrating
rushing dashing daggers
right through the trees
not striking a single one-
moving like rivers flowing
and rushing.
wary the crashing waves !
the innocence of this typhoon's cut !
but like fish, they join huddling in school.
the large mass of gentle dance slows,
and some dirks drift the way of its
wind; separating- but still apart of its beauty.

not every of note
must be perfect.
because where my
eyes distinguish, they
see only of your journey of grace.
your songs play like melodies
to the heart, a whole new meaning
of what's to die for.

golden butterflies
flutter in whimsical waylays
lighting the stars and the stellaris.

a white yellow mesh
of brilliant brushes
and healing discussions.

to be happy in the darkness
is to cling to love as
tightly as one can.

in the brisk of winter's
black silent nights,
I couldn't tell if you were the snow or the stars.

"let me be your king
among slaves."
"all I will gift would have
been free from me.
every downtrod
I will take
in favor of every of your own
development I so wish to build."
But watch what you do of him,
for our sake,
he is not playing to win,
and we felt him leave too.

the season of forgiveness
is like the cold bite of snow
that now slides down your
stinging smiling face.