Sway to the touch

The petals sway to the touch of the wind in a lulled way that only a heart can understand when its string’s been tugged by the sway of your voice those lyrics in between silences and the sound of your pen dancing in ink on pure white sheet

Forever in love

Forever in love with you Like a puppeteer who falls for the puppet I’ll go where I want to I’ll go next to you Walking on the edge, trying not to fall Imagining strings from up above Arms wide open, accepting all the showers of blame That fall like false promises and pieces of burnt

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at