laughter is the shortest distance
between two hearts.

i look into your eyes
and wonder if such beauty could
harm me. i asked myself
this question for over a
decade, and still get
no answer at the end
of it all. what frailty
succombs me when i
see such beauty? shaven atrocities
and vicious bitch fits
that cross out all of
who we were.

can such beauty
harm me? which dusk engulfs
that i do not ponder; lovingly,
i caress the little memory
you left in my arms. you
have chosen to minggle
with vamps and tigers, gray foxes
and spotted nostalgia. how weary
i have become.

hypocrisy. my harm
amidst your beauty.