Hearts at unease seeking

solace in soft words and arms

while She lay succor to

their bleeding hearts,

feeding the moon and stars.

Eyes bright and laughing

Cheeks flushed from having fed.

She coos and hums, stumbles

heady to her bed while dawn

Seeps in and the dreamscape fades.

She is both fearless and afraid.

No Tomorrow
Thoughts too oft of late have reached her eyes and
he is too right, feels like coming home just walked in the room.
Yearning is her little heart to heal and soothe by
running fingers cross stubble cheeks that make her want to weep.

Yet love dost not lightly linger in her heart
nor on the morrow’s hopes.
Only flesh and tender words that search
does she crave this day.