What happened to being helpful
kind, amiable and empathic?
It seems that we have all become
a figure and an arcane password.
Is it a pet, name or alien?
Does it matter, when being sucked dry?
I'd rather be probed by aliens
than live under this regime!
Your Eyes
I look into your eyes -
clear, blue and astute.
With a softness around the edges,
so glossy, they glimmer.
Canny and yet assured;
I would swim in them all day.
We place so much emphasis
on the revelation.
Significance still ambiguous
thus we continue as before.
Insecurity still unabated,
but the shape being moulded,
its basin smooth and round.
So, we can look forward.
To that I celebrate. BLISS!
Rejoice, sparkle, yet ache.
Impatience intolerable, needless
with doubt diminishing rapidly.
My love ardent and assured
and yes, it is returned.
That of immense relief -
my loyalty fixed, absolute.