Skywatcher trembles
the winter night dark and brutal;
yes, first love is hard.
What lunatic waits to be jilted by
a girl he never laid eyes on?
For Poets United
Acknowledgement
Body do not be proud!
Though some proclaim you a temple
And worldings call you beautiful;
A biography of a life well-lived.
You have your rights and privileges
But you ought to be my friend.
Look me in the eye and acknowledge
I am Soul. I am You.
For Poets United