I felt the need
to dance last night...
I dabble my pen
into swarming letters...
Colours dazzle in
the daylight but light dazzles...
On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...
Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...
Although
we both took a...
Accreditation is not desired nor sought,
Creative images fade in whisps of memory...
I was a forgotten ugly duckling
that found shelter under...
If you cast a net
instead of fishing shall...
And if we're enough
We will gather up the sun...
Trepidation permeates my
every thought...
I will erect statues;
in every park...