the trees with you

“Oh if I could fly above the trees with you like two birds on their way. Oh if I could fly above the trees with you.”

“Oh, but you have my dear.”

reminded

Reminded and reminded and reminded again.

Again and again and again and again.

I forgot.

Thank you kindly for your words of utter resentment, of control and freakish care.

hidden agendas

eating their fur

Their sight had all gone astray.
They were looking in their
undergarments.
They were frolicking on the grasses.
It was in the distance
where they folly.
Not all alone they thought no one saw.
They cheered all
the more.
I wasn’t going to tell them, but it was on my mind.
I let them
be, chasing their tales as it were, eating their fur.

in this love

It is in this love

that the frightful vanish.

Banished in their need for love

they are loved no more.