"Passed"

I lie near your warm body, the sweet scent of flesh shared between us.
Your keen mind and quick wit; my wet lips upon you, I see with open eyes.

Mind grappling with deep thoughts and heart adrift, I loose my way in this storm.
Fear amidst anger, my mind journeys to and yonder.
Collapsing as I dally, I blunder in this mist of fear and what lays beyond.
Fear and bliss they mix.

I am angry at the story my life tells crying its fowl flowers,
never blooming, wings and tail clipped small.
My story with bad ending, flailing, lonely plight!
How can one gain homing with ashes, nails and rice.

Fleeting are the moments I lay restless in my bed,

my heart crys with loud warning,

my memories fall dead.
Gentle is the juniper and supple is the rose,

quietly I lay waiting watching winter as it goes.

'08-'09