Darkness moves
my desire
from thought
to deed
but when
darkness stalls
never starts
a rock
remains rock
when missing
its flint
no strike
no flash
no flame
just cold
dark stone
Category: Poetry
Became
And as
sip became
secret as
whisper became
laughter when
laughter became
kiss and
kiss became
true we
knew I
knew you
knew too
IntoMorning
I slid
away quietly
and went
thinking alone
making coffee
I felt
two hands
slowly sliding
pulling me
back and
onto front
then kiss
then whisper
then turn
into morning
PerfectYou
One is
only different
when one
needs others
when one
needs only
himself then
he’s perfect
AtLongLast
I am
tucked away
high away
from those
who harm
I now
have no
other desire
than to
no longer
desire others
and that
my absence
from such
will bring
me bliss
far away
high away
from others
