What is a lie if not a premature truth?

What is a lie if not a premature truth?

Violet petals, crushed, and mixed with dye. diluted. disapproving. the aroma is faint but I succumb to its lull. disarmed by a mere fragrance— where are my defenses? disillusioned and disarmed, I’m weak aren’t it?  I’ve given myself epithets  that would put the Greeks to shame. Great. Kind. Brave. Or are these titles  testaments to [...]

Like a Spanish guitar

Like a Spanish guitar

He was a young man who struggled to meet my gaze; on a warm October night, with the tea tree lights reflected in the auburn of his eyes. I saw eternity; a universe with planets freckles across the surface. I found myself begging him not to shut his them.  Time solidified, dripping down the sides [...]

Undone

Undone

Undone by words unsung From your puckered lips, the earth is born anew. Like new gods awoken by your presence I stumble from the  heat in your gaze. It’s sudden, how  quickly I crumble at your feet. Tragically  unprepared for these feelings  of uncertainty; Tested by many, I’m veteran to the unexpected But there’s something about [...]