In whispering woods, where shadows play,
A cabin stands, at close of day.
There dwells a soul, both kind and bright,
Known to her dear ones as just "Cat," a light.

But when the moon begins to gleam,
And casts its silver, softest beam,
A different magic starts to rise,
Reflected in her thoughtful eyes.

By candlelight, a gentle glow,
Her poet's heart begins to flow.
With pen in hand, and words that weave,
The secrets that her spirit believe.

Someone else gave me my name,
but I am beginning to become one.
I am on the move
and making strides
almost every day.

I came to realize that maybe
this lack of embarrassment
wasn't some kind of boast for him,
or an unwillingness to talk about it.

It seemed more like a kind of bravery.
He was never afraid to be different,
or make people laugh, whatever it took.

A young bloke, soft heart,
looked online for a friend.
Thought he'd find fair dinkum mates,
hit scams instead, hard knocks.
Fagin's emails landed,
slick with sweet talk.

Promised fortunes, easy coin.
"Just a few quid," he'd reckon,
"To unlock my stash, truly."

Oliver, trusting as they come,
sent his hard-earned cash.
Learned slow, the hard way
he'd been had, hook, line, and sinker.

And I love you so
My dear brothers
Very much
And that is not a lie
Dear brothers
I hope you love me also
Because I just want to be
Loved by you
Dear brothers
Also dear brothers
I am your oldest brother
That was made by our
Father many years ago
Dear young brothers
Can you love me also
Because what I need is love
Also dear brothers
I never mistreated you
Dear brothers
I have respect for you
And I hope
Dear brothers that you
Have also respect to me

In the depths of burning embers,
Smouldering ashes, reek of fear.
Solemn in such recollection,
A historical earthly smear.

Each chagrin piece tells a story,
Of addict's victim, to war and greed.
In a swamp where smouldered souls,
Stunned to silence, then left to bleed

With no sorrow at their passing,
From hearts as cold as steal.
One wonders at the motives,
That sadly makes this real.

Liquify me
In peace

Tell me the pain is going to end

When we held
hands and kissed,
we felt it purely.
When we held
each other in the
candlelight dimness,
We felt it completely
We were consumed
by our passions

Mouth is sweet with poems
Vulva is still sweeter

Morning she picks a fight
Evening she is eager to embrace:

I love you more than her
Forget about those words

Wind and rain a cosmic
Copulation Immaculate Girl

Zither poised for music
Or love

The sun beat down, relentless, painting the lake a shimmering expanse of blue. A figure stood poised at the water's edge, blonde hair catching the light. The tow rope tightened, a promise of exhilaration.

Warm skin softly touched, Moon hangs heavy, breath held close, Whispers in the dark.

With a sudden pull, the skier was lifted onto the glassy surface. The engine's thrum became a steady rhythm as she skimmed across the water, a fleeting vision of summer freedom.

Sweet scent of night bloom, Stolen glances, heat that climbs, Bodies intertwined.