Bird song

your laughter is like
bell birds’ singing
whenever my mind
is in chaos
bird songs echo
in the bush of
nesting neural pathways

your laughter is like
tranquilizers injected
in my veins
I drift in and out of
your songs
in lucidity

Mechanical sex

Our bodies are pleasured
in mechanical precision
spiral from bangs and pops
to a flatliner

The short lived happy hormones
are still
lingering in our minds

Our spirits have lost
their joyous sparks
in our world of
lack of
self expression
self love

silhouette photo of man leaning on heart shaped tree
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Our entwined bodies crisp the satin sheet
Perfume and cologne sweeten the pungent sweat
The little bell on my bracelet
sings in harmony with moans and growls
like kittens playing on a lazy Sunday noon

man and woman nude lying together
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I set out for a journey to forever
the path seemed bright and clear
back then

here I am
wandering indecisively
at the intersection
of another thwarted attempt

feeling lost in a panic
unable to read the street signs
written in a foreign language
hot coals are bubbling underneath my bare feet
the blazing sun is prickling my exposed skin

if only God will give me a sign
but in my malnourished mind
will I trust my own judgement
between a mirage and a vision


africa arid bushes daylight
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