fear my foe,
in every opportunity
to wane the wine of me
to pluck the lilacs i breathe
to drink this every possibility
that soaks my flesh
in feathery
fear my foe,
that tries
that lies
to ground this me
to clip my wings
this me that need not close her eyes
to hear the river sing
this me that finds her light
in darkest of night
for it is there (i know for i’ve heard it so)
where the silence
befriends the black bird
in solitary flight
fear my foe,
that mutes my reflection
that starves my every thought
casts out its anchor
in my tides of low
for fear my foe
my hard core lover
is not quite ready to let me go
Nina Simone - Lilac Wine

he or she
is at a loss
in your recent victory
at love s loss
the cost
tossed
at her sea
another little victory