Detachment.

Singing my power, my pleasure, my pain,

to tune.

Raising an eyebrow in its inherent mistake,

now immune.

A plea!

I am mortified by the merest of thoughts, of losing.

Just a moment of jest, parts played perfectly by the muscle in my chest.

The court jesters jingles a tune,

"I sing in glee, and now you will see!"

"Haha! hehee! You shall never be free!"

"For you NEVER had her, you see!"

"Like a fool he makes a plea!"

"A plea a plea! Is there nothing more pathetic than thee!"

"You fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"you fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"You fool you fool you fool you fool..."

Indelible.

Angular lines cut my vision
white walls aplenty
treading on wet gravel
upper lip stung by the icy air

there is a reason for me
scarf fluttering in the breeze
the unforgiving night blinding
a little tenderness

therefore and yet i have
solemn and solo and sobriquet
echoing footsteps lead the dream
its taken its time to pierce

its been too long now

Break the water; Mould the sky.

The harbour becomes the sea,
will the water leave me be;

i wonder.

If only now, and awhile,
i will see reflection in ripples;

and ponder.

Assure.

You cannot tell the wind's calm,
till the leaves dance

For thy breath is ease,
and my lust is appeased

Swirls of sand tease,
and slip through your hands

For thou art mine temptress;
they welcome my pleasures

Sit beside and let the flame flicker,
touch my eyes and say beguiler

twirl my curls and speak in soft manner,
i see brown eyes and have no answer

i wish she wished,
i wished she wished

i gaze incessantly so would i be out of line,
close your eyes and i'll close mine