I’ll never forget the moment
I first told you that I love you,
thinking you’d be happy—
as happy as you’ve made me.
I can’t forget the fear inside,
watching your face fall instead.
Now you’re pushing me away,
telling me I shouldn’t stay,
telling me I shouldn’t love you,
that I’m better off without you,
certain I’d no longer love you,
If I only knew...

When over moon and under leaf
comes shining in the dark,
and howling winds slip silently
around bluffs tall and stark

Then shall my life be ended
my own year of jubilee,
ice-coated heart befriended,
then love shall set me free.

A blink, a word, a sigh
importance never known
to they who speed my life
with quiet words foretold.

4
I fell silent as we stepped off the pavement, out of the cold, and into the chip shop. I wrinkled my nose as feeling returned to it, inhaling the delicious smell of salt and vinegar. We crossed the black-and-white-checkered floor between the rows of two booths on each side.
In I way, I think our order of coping chips was to stall the actual coping. Even the much-pierced girl behind the counter must have sensed the discomfort between us.

You cut the words and paste them back
So that the law will give you slack.
The Book, unprecious, becomes a Thing
In which you make a paper string
Of men in your image, conformed to your shape.
You never worshipped; now you try to escape.
And in the end the truth will go,
But you don’t care; you already know.

             I open my mouth to speak but then close it again. I have nothing to say. How do I respond to whatever this guy is asking and saying? Maybe I will tell him the truth, which is that I don’t know who he is. But he probably knows that I do not know him or else he wouldn’t be spitting out such things trying to lie to me. I open my mouth again still not knowing what to say so my words surprised me as much as him.

More than the sum of our thoughts
is our parallel December,
moving like a swordfish
under such inclement weather
We are but lonely beings when the wind comes,
to give us feathers

Less than the sum of a soul
is our parallel December,
cradled like an acorn
in such a deep and dark forever
We are but children sleeping when the wind comes,
to say, remember

More than the sum of our coins
is our parallel December,
crouching like a lioness
a tawny, starving mother

 Robin Hood and John the Prince
Agreed to have a meeting
All seemed to be going well, since
They met with bowing greeting

"Rob," said John, "if we were wise,
Which is a small requirement,
We could pool each day to work
And help save the envirement.

"And if we were the wiser still,
We'd merge our two great forces.
I for rich, and you for poor,
And lawyers for the horses.

"You can steal, and I can tax,
And promise equal wealth,
And promises could flow like rain,
About a global health."

Flooded with tears,
Mind flooded with fears,
Flooded with rain,
But still you’re the same,
I wanna scream,
Flooding my ears with the desperate noise,
My heart sinking flooded with your hopeful joys.
You left a simple note,
Flooded with goodbyes and little white lies,
My tearstained heart flooded with sighs.
Wonder if she will feel this way because of you?
She’s got you and all I’ve got is the picture of us close to my heart,
Flooded with colors of us,
Flooded with history,
Flooded with what used to be,

Chapter the Thirteenth