Petal’s expansion.


Ruby hue,

A fellow who

Falters in the

Day’s recognition

Of true beauty.

The Night’s Everlasting Reach

Strange bird,

Nesting on a

Witch’s cauldron.


Momentary visit,

Flown from my


Feather rupture.


Sown softness,

Recollection of

Something familiar,

Bonded in the

Night’s everlasting


In Place of Beauty

Turning me in to the prisoner keepers…


I’ve faulted your sacred soul.


Embittered glass,

The surveying lense holding

It’s tempest steady.


The telling is in silence,

Distance creasing folds of

A relationship overturned by



Crystal skull radiating


Hot candle wax adrip,


Hardening truths…


Can you remember our time?


Roof sitting, galaxy gazing, warm conversation

Hazing our darkness,

Separate dynasties we belong to…


Steady tempest in scrunched hands.

Your will is to love me, but

You don’t know how.


Men I’ve met,

Unlike your quiet reflecting spirit,

Unlike the drum you beat,

Unlike the difficult path you walk in

Search of justice.


For the sake of bringing

Halves into reunion,

Can you forget the angry slashing


The selfish winds,

The wrecking thunder,

In place of BEAUTY?

My Romantic Poetry

A Thing Of Beauty


She is a thing of


Softened grains,

Pearl clamped

In a scaled shell.


Poet’s muse is

Her only.


Tightly wound

A glimmering thorn.


Envy’s follicles

Never escaping



Mirror drop of

Soft petal sheath,

In awe of

Grace as she is



Sweet surrender

Of rains,

Heaven’s gaze adrift

And never in search

Of Envy.


Peeking out at serenity

Streaming in,

So delicate,

A rare particle,

As soft as a maiden’s gaze

On her lover.


Sweet, never too succulent,

Always closing in

On Beauty.