Time
is all...
House of horrors
Open at night...
My eyes browse through
pages of poems...
In a bed filled with nails, filled with punctures...
All things leading back to when I remembered all...
Happy
because of you...
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...
You're made of copper,
silver and gold...
Your head is bowed in reverence
You touch my feet and worship...
I fear not myself nor the world,
But my heart...
Little Boy fell silently
from uncaring mother's womb...
I don't know why
they easily judge us...
You run, you run hard
In a stiff road...