Bereaved Butterfly

Turn back to and don't look for it aheadThat wretched destiny sheltered in fate's run-down shedYou like your truth processed and not served rawTo be gulped down like juice or comfortably with a straw There's velvet in your stepsWhere it all converges at a point You gently nudged herBut that broke her wingsAnd now there's …

The Velvet Of Paradise

The moon was wet on that rainy dayIt searched for shades in the clouds that swayedThe robes of silken light too rich to be drenchedThe bewitching figure hides as the heavens sweat Nothing spends like it's purposeless exhaustionWhen it's feelings are tossed hot on a plate to caterOnly to be cold and stale when served …