'Nothing'

'What's wrong?'
The sun is out, boiling yesterday's rain

But in this house, I can see my breath.

The birds are chirping, the honks are horning

But in this house, I can taste the silence.

The children laugh as they play, carefree

But in this house, I can feel the solemn faces.

The sun is setting, cooling the ground

But in this house, we are heating up, non-lust.
The bugs are singing, serenading their lovers.
But in this house, we sit in separate rooms.
The moon is bright, lighting the path for the world.
But in this house, we keep a wall between us.
'Nothing'

Unrequited Mating Call

Alone in this cave,

I lay. 

The cicadas sing their songs,

Calling their lovers to them.

The jealousy lumps in my throat.

Oh to be a cicada.

Oh to hear my lover's call. 

I reach for my Voice.

No New Messages.

The emptiness of the cage,

it's growing. 

The frogs bellow their tunes,

Singing lustful melodies to one another.

The envy falls from my eyes.

Oh to be a frog.

Oh to converse with my lover.

I reach for my Instrument.

No New Messages.

The silence in the cell,

it's interrupted.

The heavy footsteps echo,

Signaling His arrival.

The nervous apprehension stops my breath.

Oh to be in his arms.

Oh to feel his warmth.

I reach for my Lover.

Nothing.