Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
At first, you assume it's going to be
easy, stripping the wallpaper off...
His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...
I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...
In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...
You want me to go out
into the world...
It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...