i bring my lovers to my garden

i bring my lovers to my garden of white carnation and roses, wake them up with soft whispers of greetings and good mornings, brush my fingers gently across their lovely wings, and adore their delicate ephemeral existence. My lovers would look at me, smiling, call me precious names without glancing over the beds in which the blossoms lie. They adore my love, but my love, *don't you feel the same?* in my heart i whisper, *look at it,* *look at it,* *look at it,* *isn't it beautiful?* but there they would sit, outside in patience by the oak tree; i have yet to find a lover who would smell the flowers with me.

Polka Dots

Breath. A life form laying at the palms of white gloves and mask under blinding lights Breathes. Opening eyes like opening doors Cutting cords but making connections Crawling out of the cave and into the island where no man is alone -- Supposedly, anyway. Mumbling nonsensical words yet your voice was music to the world On endless nights of tears you will find yourself in the arms of the creatures who made you, all tight and snuggled with bottled milk in polka dot blankets. You take your first step - wow, what an achievement. And so you take another, And another, And another, And another until you find yourself in the middle of nowhere strayed from the straight path you believed existed Searching for comfort Searching for more What exactly are you searching for? Love, attention Knowledge, connection A home? A friend? A purpose, the end. Dilemma arises Body laying on the bed Words fumbled and tumbled inside of your head Praises turned into phrases that don't mean a thing with each letter holding you hostage Gripping you hard Yet the only alphabet people care about is the one in your report card. A B C D F _「 Hey, busy? The effort's what matters most anyway. 」_ And so you say Cutting ties you couldn't keep Closing your eyes as you sleep Counting coins and bleeding sheep These endless nights of tears In the arms of creatures who made you Weak, You struggled, All tight and snuggled, With bottled feelings In polka dot blankets.