Two eyes

God did not give us two eyes so it's Him you'd only see.
I wasn't born to be loved, but with time you let me free.

So, you have two hands and feel how much you can do
You're a healer, you're a symbol, you're a messenger of what is true

Let the tears fill my eyes to make two tiny silver pools,
stare deep deep within me and find I was carrying, you.

I mourn the long years of life absent from your side
I'm no fool I know a soul mate is a word, not something I can find,
There are things you do not question, there is a peace I cannot accept

You'd know this if you had more strings, not as a puppet or a pet
I was a Mother before a daughter, though a family was not repaired,
I did not have time for spiritual embellishments, there was no Father there.
I made up stories for the young ones, pretending his absence meant he cared.

God did no give us two eyes so it's him you'd only see
The eldest born protects the flock, thank God a blessing I did bear-
Brother, sister I made you strong no matter what happened to me
I would not have changed a thing, my love, except have you there.

Crossing this Threshold

I'm a creature out of habit,

I'm a song in need of shape.

Sure, the signs are right.

The doors been left Unlocked,

but you knock, anyways.

Oh, we are two of a kind,

But

We're much more than a Pair.

whatever the mirror reflects tonight

I know its one thing I will bare.

post-Termination initiation

This hole gets heavier as

it drains, the silence relieves some pains,

the nights, they darken, they dilate

shorter- when no one complains.

The less in me the more there is to hide,

I mourn not those I see but what I

felt inside.

Sweet, sweet are your lips-

I taste them fondly when I close my eyes.

Will this, too, leave my mouth, my taste

like that first bloom breeze, this memory shakes me Whole-

Gentle moment, missing friend

this time please stay for awhile?

I Am dangling this in front of you,

thought it's not what I wish to admit;

I've learned to suppress these lustful thoughts,

but without them, will I exist?