These feelings  Do not simply wash away with the rain They stick to the windows And remind me of my pain

I am only able to tolerate Romance in my mind’s eye while I’m sleeping And daydreaming Feelings bloom

I wish to save myself  In every way I am able

Eyes twinkling in golden moonlight Faucets of love pour upon the coarseness of her heart She wants it all The only light shed at night decorates her little body She belongs to the moon

While winds whistle Air is parched of quietness and our mouths remain sealed Our silences speak for us

Dance with me  silly boy For you are not a man Yet 

I am scared of romance I am afraid to trust  My wounded soul needs loving My wounded heart craves lust

A single silver ring Cradles my thumb a distant cousin Of diamonds Who used to decorate my left hand They, the human  Who releases their belongings And accepts All they need to exist Is love