Want To Stay

The bed messy,
roses in the vase
his head on the pillow.
The view was so unsettlingly beautiful,
This is exactly
where I want to stay.

There Was Something

There was something... wild,
beautiful, even brilliant.
They were going everywhere -
beaches and forests and mountain peaks,
with no money to
make them happy.

Poetry I’d Written

I found him as beautiful as a dream.
My head ran
from morning til night.
Ah, the poetry I'd written.