a tangled spider’s web of wanted emotions, a
heart ensnared, this soul you deftly captured

No heart-warming tales from softened chairs, cold calls of valour’s salvation
Only thoughts of abandonment remain in my keep, those
Missing gears and sheared cogs, that fog life’s memories

I see a small piece of my heart
that sings when you look at me
that laughs when my finger is skimmed
by your nose
or held by your piglet pink paws
or when my cheeks are kissed
by those wild, whiskey whiskers

The humans left as dusk descended,
Reviewing photos, quite content.
Unaware the forest parliament
Had found them guilty of contempt.

but tomorrow is a country
i can never seem to reach,
and healing is a language
i was never taught to speak.

where the umbilical cord is breaking,
where mother is always waiting,
for the day,
her son will return, from lands far and away,

She stumbles through the gypsy streets,
where riddles churn and laughter cheats.
Crooked rhymes and chameleons bright
mock the day and haunt the night.