My Moon.

I am sleeping next to you with my back turned to you. Although my eyes are closed shut I imagine the touch of your bear skin rubbing against mine. I somehow end up back in your arms, inhaling your breath and sharing the air we breathe. My face is buried in your chest, and slowly my lips find your familiar lips again…And it’s as though two bodies recognized one another, as if two souls aligned.

Thy Heart

A heart is aching,

Filled with agony,

Overshadowed by uncertainty.

A heart is heavy,

Flooded with capriciousness,

Drowning in despair.

A heart is flaming,

Burning fiercely of desire,

Blazing in silence.

A heart is pensive,

Crowded with free spirits,

Rebelling against righteousness.

A heart is aching.