Untamed Desire

Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Making her restless as the sea;
Flaring into bits of flame and fire,
Burning the edge of her tapestry —

Wind on the beaches, rolling waves,
Voice of a love she’s yet to feel:
Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Fantasy hopes, more felt
Than real

What She Said

And she said there in the cafe.

We’ve been sold the dream, we girls have.
That somewhere’s the perfect guy:
And we’ll have great lives together.
Yet we know it’s all a lie.

Still, we love the lie like fiction,
Fantasies where hearts can go:
So I love to dream of romance,
Though it’s silly.
So —