• I never heard a Man
    sigh
    Under his Pack
    Yet I groan so
    Under mine
    (weak!)

    I dig my roots
    into the sweet
    Maternity
    and grow
    grow

    and str
    e
    t
    c
    h

    hoping to grasp
    the azure,
    indigo,
    teal,
    and orange.

    to blaspheme
    the body,
    parading
    nude
    and ready...

    Likewise,
    Men lust for me:
    My contraband
    groans
    and delicate flower;

    Oh, how i wish
    to reveal
    and indulge
    breaking
    my
    promise!

    but myth
    becomes truth
    becomes fantasy
    and hides
    in wisdom

    and honesty
    always has a place
    inside
    the dreamer.
    Begins

    and Ends
    on the same note,
    same chord;
    where y = mx+b,
    m is the slope.

    And y to amaze,
    When x is so
    Consistently,
    Unpredictably,
    Constant?

    turning collar
    and shooting halos...
    revenge! revenge!
    for Underestimation,
    the price

    Look-
    Listen-
    Hear!
    A dove
    has fallen.

    blood stained its wing
    its satchel
    undone.
    Spoiled,
    it cried,

    "to arms, to arms!
    We must have revenge!"
    A Satirical lover
    took heed
    and ran.

    Everlasting,
    Everfalling
    there is No Stopping
    once you've Begun.