Bed Of Flowers
Resided on my abdomen Rested like lumber In a slothful crusade About my enamour
Stay Amidst
I needed you to stay On the nights I clamoured at the wind With claws made of tremours
Spilled Milk
Almost fondly With fervent stare I welcome you to slip cautiously Into a moldable feast
Lonely Courage
Vary are the days Of lonely courage For the fair likelihood On quiet, only days
A Woman’s Hope
Where an incessant nag dwells Resides a hopeful woman With optimism and promise
Heaven & Earth
Heaven don’t speak to me now In prose made of unreachable dreams In delicate dander
Lonesome Silhouette
Where in the darkness Will it come to light All that trembles at the sight of shadows During the daylight
Fairytales
Torture me with prose The unraveling of false daydreams In syndicated rotation
Unheard
With harrowing roar I could be heard Screaming from beneath the waves Just below the ocean bed
Boundaries
There was a sense of privilege Without restraint or reserve In the selective behaviour Of the many men that idolized her
