you have enthralling eyes, you know.
you shouldn't always look to the cobble stones for attention.
and the streams that build up inside,
let your eyes give them a ride, down your cheek.
it's ok - they need to be freed.
your eyes, they're captivating, you know.
ii.
one autumn day, i felt Your hands
through the breeze of the sweet afternoon
and You rubbed against me in the most innocent
but loving way - Your word came to life:
"I will never leave you nor forsake you."
i trust You.
iii.
how loud will you scream into
the carvings of his delicate ears, lady?
until you cause a quake to erupt and separate
his brain from sweet sanity, stop!
stop howling at his mind, it is not the moon.
