On Locked Chests

Not everything can fit in a single description.

Some things have no mold.

It’s not good or bad. It’s life. It’s existence.

Far better it is to live with open arms, uncategorizing minds, and loving hearts;

for not every heart is loving.

Most are bitter, jealous, and full of pride.

To find balance and perspective would free the envious anchors that weigh down love.



I want to go to that place
where love and lust are blurred

when our shadows are one
amidst the mosaic of soft ambers

and ochres of burning candles
ignited from our embrace.

It’s beautiful because it’s passion —
it’s honest because it’s untamed.

It’s lovely because it’s love.