insecurity


dear women,

dear friends,

and all my dear loves,

remember, remember,

there’s never a reason,

to play that silly game.

to act one silly way,

if merely the purpose,

is to hide away,

your pathetic insecurity.

White Feathers


Your veil makes you that much more,

Attractive to my inner yearnings,

Oh how I wish that I could be,

Underneath that cotton surface

covering your head, tracing along your hair,

Down your arched spine.

I see you in my dreams,

Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,

Your olive skin against them,

Drowning in a pool of white feathers;

They fall from my pillowcases,

Into the nakedness between your thighs.