Sadness

The underside of happiness, Like a floored piece of bread, Carries little microscopic microbes, With strong pedigree, And an endurance that grows, Just like on an agar plate with nutrients, Until there is a watershed moment, A paradigm shift, a miracle, How a little ant becomes A butterfly, and the bread Crumb, becomes nectar. The…

What if Making Love was like a Game of Chess.

What if making earth-shattering love, Was like a game of strategic chess.    You will become soft waves, Of domination and submission,   The knight saddling, the bishop diagonally holy, The queen going here and there,   Sacrificing herself like a pawn, The gambit of her slender lustful body.   And what else, but two…