Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls...
She is
a lustrous flame...
There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...
I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...
Your love, like cactus fruit
its tiny teeth sharp and taunting...
After a long evening
of mental anguish...
Verses that stand on a pedestal of lies,
Breed an uprising continuation of hate and deceit...
I'm a dancer
in my head...
Black Curse
I thought I saw complexity of feelings...
The raven flares a curse
in the darkness of space...
Emily inserts herself into life gently
and without disturbing the molecules...