Her Poems

Her Cute Eyesight

The knight needs a sabre to fight
His Lady wins with her cute eyesight

Caffeine vapor

Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true

The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes

Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me

I begin

Count 20

I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the

FOLLOW HER LIGHT

We attended a memorial service for a friend of ours 
who recently passed away…
Where family and friends came to celebrate her life…
Where stories were shared, 
songs were sung 
and people bowed their heads to pray.

As I watched and listened to her family 
sharing memories they’ve made throughout the years…
they filled the day with love and

what love could i seek if not yours?

what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name— 
even sorrow would glee to hear.

i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.

like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you

don’t spare me

you, only

eternal- under the scope of your breath.
do you think if the world falls apart, your touch would falter between my heaving?

 all i want, all i need,
is to get lost in your words,
or to get lost even in the semblance of your shadow,
in hopes to feel the twinkle in your eyes

you’re the tinge of orange

A conversation

strangely for you, i am yours.
odd defiance of the greatest, 
my body craving what your hunger lay.
trace my ache with your warmth, 
fiercely dissolve it under your tongue.

wishes upon the stars
on the river where dogs bathe,
wailed in agony within this realm
this realm of your embrace

i do love you, i do unravel
like fixtures of the skylight

The Unbroken Sun Osiris

Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.

All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds

murderous mittens and her side kick tiger socks

La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!

SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW

Atta-Gal I'm your Man tonight

The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me

Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me

aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes

Fall in All Her Glory

Autumn breezes in bright and bold
regally arrayed in red and gold.

hope hanging on her edges

white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house

feeling her grandma next to her

simple chords holding her music together in the form of a forgotten book
the cover hanging off. tied on by determination and love of music
simple cords, her grandmother used to say, make it easy to listen to
she was a patient loving woman who mastered a piano in every showroom

the torch had been passed, and Sophie was

Bucolic

The Quirkes of Success
Film Featuring stars
Fictional and enformative
Feature film Proposal 
Exploits of Business
filmed in Cerro Gordo
a dipiction of business
and the exploits of capitalism.
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The story is that she got pregnant in the back of a cigerrette delivery truck. The driver is a vendor and deliver. His name is Paydraa, she named her daughter pavon, after the

She is Me , I'm Her

In the profound recesses of my being, a singular truth resonates: she is an extension of my very essence, an integral part of my soul. To disparage her is to vilify me, to harbor malice towards her is to cultivate animosity towards myself. If you detest her, you detest me; if you find fault with

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