Spilled Milk
Almost fondly With fervent stare I welcome you to slip cautiously Into a moldable feast
Lonesome Silhouette
Where in the darkness Will it come to light All that trembles at the sight of shadows During the daylight
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