“You made it this far
Wonder, man…wandering now
Stop. Push her beyond”
Always these words
Never these feet
Victor’s conscience never bothered him, though
You came here to help her
You came here to fall
For Her
Did you not?
Let’s learn if between the two of you
There is enough grit to start
To fuel an industry
“It IS my business,” Cressida thought
Suddenly
Randomly
And it bothered her so
This is fragile me
The me shaken, not stricken
The Phoenix at night
I no longer tread
To such treacherous places
With maniac men
Said the bad Iris
Stay away, smart-mouthed Tulips
Come, sweet Impatiens
Calling all muses
Know that Wicked Wit’s amused
You are being used
June expectations
Baseball, but not my birthday
No, none kind of warmth
I lay down prostrate
Sand in my teeth and awe-drowned
Cleansed by today’s truth
I, without words, left
Gloriously in the dark
Always and by you
Warm wind and warm wind
It seems I’ve been lost in you
I cared not who watched
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