We don’t talk anymore

Nothing much to say

Very little to convey.

We don’t make love often
When it’s not about desire
There’s the issue of ‘fire’


We’re not in love anymore
I’m afraid it’s obvious
There’s ‘you’ & ‘I’, not ‘us’.

Chikamso’s Swan Song

Mist, life, and shadow
All doth end.
As do war; rain and sorrow.

It is full moon tonight.
Let us eat of varied honeys
Sip, lap, and consume exotic elixirs
Let us burn the bushes
Journey east to Asia
Euphoria… Utopia…

Take a bit of my heart
For I see you left of yours.
Cry, for I know you must
I, will howl at the full moon, tonight.