The first boy I gave myself to
Is now being investigated for murder...
The moon pulls the tide
like your heart pulls on mine...
Oh hey there Mr. Devil
You're not the Boss of me...
His hands stretch, slide over the smooth ivory,
feeling her succumb under his will...
As the waves came rolling in with the tide
we stood there, motionless, lost in our embrace...
No expensive gifts
nor pompous aubade...
Soon, very soon now the first snow will fall,
turning the landscape into a place of perfect...
A single white dove
Sits on her windowsill...
On this poem
I write the tears...
Oh- Cast my eyes to the moon!
Could it be? You said...you loved me...
She means the world to me
Only that I wish she would see...
Swirling and curling like
Smoke from a pipe...