Amity Me

Faith Acrostic

Fear not

Always trust

In God for

He takes away fears

And gives us peace.

Tender Beginnings

it's windy outside. trees swaying
erratically -
thunder in the distance
rain is sure to come, concealing
tears of loneliness, feelings
of exclusion -

it's quiet inside. soul searching
peacefully -
revealing my vulnerabilities, and
i dare think of human kindness
kisses you let me borrow
but not keep -

sweet is the nectar endowed
in frozen -
communication. unthawed
two souls discovering acceptance
in a world intolerant of
human differences -

and secret tears ceased flowing
quietly -
a breeze invades the stillness
solitude conquered by friendship
a heart giving way to
joyful overtures –

A Knowing

What is this longing I feel? My love
has burst forth like a rose, hidden
behind the leaves out of sight

Knowing you consciously loved me
once, but it's been so long
you have almost forgotten

I want to fall outside of you, wrap
my arms around you like a shield
to protect you from the horrors

you live in; this ugly state of being
unaware of yourself. Instead
I just hide behind the leaves, hoping

the breeze carries my scent
to your nose, so you will turn around
and see me. Like a statue

I stand observing. Powerless to
come to you without being summoned
how I long to whisper, ever so softly

in your ears, that you are not alone
on this path. Our love has passed
the eternal test. Forbidden to interfere

with your chosen path, I’m comforted
in knowing, in the end
you will be my soul mate

La Fee

I long for a moon, I yearn for that kindred soul.

In the wake of night, whistling toward the twilight, does my lover forget my small plain face.

And I, the poet will cry. Tears may fall under a dank and desolate sky.

Oh woe and woe again it seems, a pit of nothing so she screams!

Heave me from this hole, leave me all alone and I’ll wander the land and roam.

So many won’t be burdened then.

No, no I shall travel living out Dylan lies and indulging in desolate Southern dives,

with the faces of men I longed to kiss forever etched into my skull.

And then? Again you'll  find me on top of some ramshackle Moulin sipping away my fears covered in a green haze.

Lazy wanderings day’s waiting for the day where he remembers my name.

As time stands still, my mind becomes ill.

Grazing on Marlboro and Tanqueray, as the wallpaper peels like the curved edge of ancient books  by writers so beloved, I will say.

Darlings I’m not okay.

‘Hate.’

Softly and gentle; my lover lay’s.

As the sun screams harsh into a new day

Enthralled by lust; as our bodies untangle

Purple welts and blood, my darling body mangled

With wakeful repose he avoids my glance.

As I arise; naked and watch my goose-bumps dance.

A quiet smile and whiff of decadence

I wonder when my brain will finally see sense.

I watch him tumble out my white painted door.

And I fall down laughing on my licentious floor.

Weeks have passed since I was skin to skin.

I do hate to see my dissolution win.

So I scratch and scream while the nights roll round.

Banging fist after fist on the cold sodden ground

To elevate this burning that no one can feel

But I; so sad but insanity has never felt more real

Only a mere mile away is the man who ends it all

Yet I, the gentle lunatic shan’t make that lustful call.

To grasp, to hate;

To sin a sin so great

To live with a lie

To try so hard not to die

The night has fallen quickly

And my despair is far too desperate to see.

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