A single white feather lets me know you are near. I’ve asked you for signs, but they weren’t always clear. This is a sign that can comfort the doubtful. You have sheltering wings and for this I’m so grateful.  

Cold to the touch, yet flames were ever present Deadly carmine graced her lips Tight crushed garnet locks framed her powder painted face Dark and distant eyes, captive, defiant, and  rimmed in red As she looked away, always away.  

The night is for releasing Our day’s stress as we breathe The night is for snuggling Together, limbs entwined The night is for sleeping Under darkened skies.  

Hate, blinding and all encompassing. Humorous, uncomfortable laughter ensues.   You are too cute. You are too wild. I hate your curves. I hate your smile.   How humorous your sweet looks are. How humorous your accent. You try and melt my steadfast heart. You…