The rite of May
Smelling of rain and fresh-cut flowers,
she was jovial and gaily attired
and I got so drunk upon her powers
that I can’t remember what transpired.
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A girl called Sunbeam
How it pains me, the sweet caress
that leaves red scars upon my flesh,
but our lovemaking is such I’m left
out of breath and soaked with sweat.
O yuki-onna
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.
Siren
You are my inspiration,
my sweetest transgression.
My temptress muse, my lover:
you call to me like no other.
Lunacy
Your gentle touch, the swell of your hip,
and your evening companionship.
Oh my sweet lover, joy of my night,
you make my life maddeningly bright!
Dénouement
Let it be known that
while the acts are on display
before the world
the epilogue is hidden
behind the thick curtain’s folds.
The waiting game
Quietly waiting
while observing the steady
passage of the clock.
I know it could all go wrong
but things just might go well too…
Forward thinking
If you want to make
the world a better place,
start by thinking small.
You’d be surprised just how far
a drop of kindness can go.
Forget-me-not
What are my colors?
What’s the nature of my words
that are not spoken?
What is it I want to say…
How do I want to say it…
Exclusion
If you cast me out,
I would live, if only to
rebel against you.
And if you tried to kill me,
I would grieve for you
but I wouldn’t show mercy.
And if, after that,
you treated me with kindness,
I’m not sure I would trust you.
A (wise) man of two faces 