Words And Moments

Maybe White Doves

You looked before you stepped I just touched the floor Their feathers felt your ears But did the mind explore? I stood in for gravity When your feelings were exposed Fragments torn from fragments I am amazed you flew so far.

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Slightly More Ludicrous

Maybe I am mad Or maybe just imagining Am I so wrong To perhaps be enjoying it. If I want to laugh at my own reflection Or dance without music Why should you take it upon yourself to care At least in my mind I have some friends there. If I shout at an empty space Or believe I have been to outer space Don’t ever let it get to you It’s just a way of entertaining myself. Maybe I’m mad But is that so wrong If I was sane I would prefer not to live at all. * Fruit Of The Blood Her richness in red She is full bodied So ripe to perfection And so aroused when I taste her. But she will not let me drink all of her For she is far too potent We just breathe together And let the moon be our witness. Just like the picking of a forbidden fruit I have stolen you from such loneliness And alike the desire of a rouge wine I hold you with the intent of just simply sipping you.