You were born to love,me.

You were born to love me.

70,000 years
Of practice
Just
To love me.

To love the warmth of my skin,
The feel of my hair.
To love the scent of my wildness.
Simply to see through the bone
& gore
& be one with my heart.

Remember
Dear
dear
companion!

That you were BORN to love me!


How you can leave your ways
I know not...
How you can not be pulled by my warmth,my scent ......
I know not!

The day will come
when you answer
To the call of my heart
Once again.

Look in to my eyes
And feel me!

Feel.
That
You
were
Bron
to
Love
Me!

She can not be loved...

she is the dry earth
cracked & baked
under those who passed her by
those who still pass
just another place on their way
never
to come by again.

eons has she longed for
the day when the rains came.

the day when she could flourish with the colours of life.

the day she could shake the skin she has grown in to
a day to breath
to finally
live!
Just a single day would suffice.

she waits!

holding her sorrow in her bosom
deep deep down her baked self.

she waits!

she hopes,
despite her erudition
she JUST can not be loved!

yesterday
today
or
tomorrow.