Shameful Valentine

He published a love poem on Valentine’s DayTo his One,The Creator of the Universe.He wrote about lust and darknessAnd I knewMy body was burned on his brainWhen he wrote it. It wasn’t a shock.In the cracks of his voice, I could tellI was his dirty secret.Never staying the night,Stealing an hour here or there with

The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

Musical Moonlight Hauntings

Moonlight, frail and fadingIlluminates golden pagesUsing silver wisps of misty memories.Is it haunting me?Or offering me one final chanceTo reunite myself with my past?Could I remove the dust from the ivory keys,Inhale aging knowledgeAnd let it grow anew from my fingertipsLike an unpruned rose?Could I free myself from a jobWhere my soul silently passed awayAs