From where i sit

From where i sit
your arms are wide,
but head so small
between my hands.

The Minotaur

Do you rise or fall?
I have no sense of
direction inside your
maze, no certainty if
you will find what
you yearn. In the
darkness of winding
halls, do you chase
the minotaur? Does
your blood call
for his head or
do your ears crave
the public’s
accolades? Bring
the world this fierce
but desolate head:
the sounds of victory
will flee with the
wind, the world savors
only the freshest tribute.

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Pattern’s of Love

She drinks coffee before 3,
but sips tea after 2,
and if it’s friday, who
knows what she’ll do?
When we go for vietnamese,
it’s always pad see ew.

Disposable Soldiers

warning: mentions drug and alcohol abuse

We demanded your
service, sent you
to a land where
the people didn’t
want you. In the
name of God,
and Freedom, you
were ordered to
round up villages,
kill the forests, and
watch too many die.

Arctic Love

I loved you for your
cold exterior, the opaque
fog that shielded your
rough innards from
the world. I wanted to
cut you open, and show
you what this world
could be: a warm haven,
eden open once more.

The Rain’s Dance: Nonet.

Poetry challenge: Nonet.

Can you kiss me as the rain kisses the earth?

Slide and slip over my body, feeding me,

sustaining me, yet still your own dance.

Will you wrap yourself around me,

while staying rooted deeply and