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...
As the snow melts away
and the rains...
She loved me here
among the ravenous mountains...