I can't write poetry
I barely can write an essay...
Meditation
On the way to love...
Writhing worms,
blended bees...
We're lying down,
two naked, shameless bodies...
Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
Caress me in your arms
arms filled with love by...
This won't be praising
the planet for existing...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...
What if this world is void of colour
Won't our breath be the only beauty we see...
The lonely creeps in just past noon,
blanketing the ground with a...
Nightingales nuance
morning melodies for those...
Disliked
hearts wed with smiles...