Plastic Cover Kite

I am a colorless hovering plastic cover. I am free.

Only apparently though.

Oblivious am I to the string that ties me down to earth

Down to earth

Is the boy who holds the string.

His view is perfect. I am a toy,

A flying kite tugging at the string he holds.

He is amused.

Dark Love

One was like chocolate,

The other, strong weed.

He was a dreamer,

A coconut in sea

I

She gave him her love

And fondled his dreams,

Gave him her teat;

He drank from her love.

She filled with venom

His poisoned fangs

He feared his own thought

For he now was a beast

Aimless he ran, not

Stopping for breath

Locked away his past

And swallowed the keys.

II

She gave him her trust,

A hand to hold on.

He nodded, followed her,

Waited for peace

Tied up in ribbons,

He gave her his love

She refused to look,

For she was not his.

Carefully they tread,

Tangled in curls.

Her hair and their tale

Was one and the same