I am offended
by your metaphors...
He chirps
at my window...
Sweat, on canvas
silk, on screen...
Snow lay upon the rose
One early winter day...
Oh creature most mannered mild,
In my image styled...
How many restless nights must pass
how many miles must I ride...
Let the wind soothe me,
sweep away all my mortal encumbrances...
Beautiful Morn
Yawing sunshine...
If he really loved me he'd tell me he's sorry.
If he really loved me he'd come back to me...
The crescent moon hides,
Black shadows slyly creep up...
In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles...
Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending...