Chorus of voices,
raised in celebration? Song?
No – demanding blood.

A thousand-year love
was not without its hard times,
but they talked it out.

Love in the morning –
the time we had together
was not spent idly.

First night together –
things got a little awkward,
but they recovered.

Looking for a place
where I can be myself, but
it isn’t easy.

We fear the ending,
and deny it as though we
could change the future.

She had such kind hands;
they almost brought me to tears;
they were so gentle.

The creator’s breath,
imbuing motionless stone
with a beating heart.

A shadow repressed,
Anima and Animus:
the who we are not.

You should wear a smile,
because you cannot be sure
who might be watching.