Not as powerful as the gods
As we made them to be...
Eros had said
That him, I would dread...
I love a quiet boy
For him I pine, I long...
How do you love the empty air
For it seems as though it does not care...
Pele, the goddess of fire
The ocean has masked your flame...
She looks at him, and smiles. She watch him as he...
I’m not mad at you.
I’m mad at myself...
You could have seen her, in light skin and lean...
When she smiles, she would serene the storm...
I stare at this match,
its red tip - the color of my love for you...
Images of you deep in my heart--
Shadows form slowly...
The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...
She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...