Who I love the most
Says his life is horrible;
I agree. The worst
Thing is it seems so solid
There's no way to improve it.
Tag: relationship
Myrtle and Magnolia
The master grafted
A myrtle branch to a bough
Of magnolia;
At times more white blooms than black,
But the forms their mixture makes!
Deeper, narrower
Deeper, narrower,
Remote as Weeki Wachee's
Caves are my love's straits.
Inaccessible, and yet
The dream is to descend there.
Creatures of mischief
Creatures of mischief
Sit at the great game's table
While blazing spirits
Rage beneath the surface. Joy:
The geyser, Fate's to control.
Commitment
In me he placed trust,
So I have to tread, plod,
And, if I must, play tricks
To make our truth applaud.
He chose to commit
To me and help collect
The fragments I cannot.
I must prove him correct.
A place for my poems 