gravitate to me
enter the flame

breathe deeply
to hold within

what adds color
is life for us

the air we share
a sustenance

I parked in her
          At the weekend.

But this time, I noted that
Some one had grit salted
    The other parking spot.

This place was getting over
used and double parked.
      And I wasn't sharing.

Who knows how many
   Times they parked in
                  My spot.

So I never parked in
                    Her again.

I can wait, so take your time
I want to hear you unwind

Slowly tell me everything
Just know that I’m listening

Nothing you bring is a burden
I’ll sit and wait when you open

Feral love was born in the beating
of his heart against hers
time stood still as moments were stolen
...never to be returned

Formations of energy ripped at the lovers
tearing them apart and leaving sharp edges
that seemed to pierce the soul of all who got near
...tattered and torn, with chin to chest

Madness attached to her every thought
forming cob webs of unnatural reality
voices scream in codes while her eyes rolled
...her silence fades into internal screams

Maiden flowers that bloomed were cast aside
in a pile of past waste, repeated by a weak
tattered soul
...painfully aware of the stench

From that day forward
you'd see her smiling while her lips
moved in whispers...answering her minds chaos
...forever drifting between here, and there

A flower anyone? From a maiden fair?
She laughs...sliding into the water
to just breathe...to just breathe

Sanctuary~

I saw a promise
In a single stare
eyes whispering with certainty
a feeling we both could share.

I who have a hollow shaft
I,
Who lilts with the barest surge of wind,
I... who has fallen from the
Grace of my comfort
And has nothing to lean back on... I...

I see the ink of many
Vibrant, loud and subtle
Colours that fly around
Colours that I reach out for
And write with.
And yet where
Is my ink?
Am I doomed to
Nonexistence?
And yet I
In my own essence
Gurgle, fluctuate,
Still finding my flow
Against the turbulence of
My mind fraught with
Dissociated thoughts.

And as the feather flows against
The winds
Swaying
Gently
My ink is of air
And world
And nature