What is cooked for love

It must first enter through the mouth 
What is cooked for love 
Brewed in the distillery of the heart

When I found a piece of you

A place far away 
A place called home 
The home I found 
In the thickest of the night 
On the most fragile string 
On which I now hang 
I noticed your glitter 

It was the only one I saw 
It was bright like home 
Where the navel was buried 

I will not forget my home 
Like this glitter I just saw
I will strike the dusty earth 
With a planting stake there
And behind leave seeds
Fertile seeds which can ever grow
Flowers and fruits in the desert

I have called you for long 
To make you part of mine
Here I am with you - a piece of you unknowingly

Waiting for you to act

Movements of muscles beneath the groin
Slowly erecting standing not on any feet
Through the food she ate he'll know this take
As she sits quietly by you as a tale you tell not
Waiting for you to act to touch what you have

Wailweep

They held hands one to another 

and shed tears
Who loved thee as much as she 
and saw not themselves 
At the time of wailweep

Not even one

Not a single gunshot was aired 
Nor the normal salute of farewell 
Not a concern for the many represented
Nor his own when the supposed time came 

It was him and her
At his side the farthermost distance 
It was pain carrying his burden
For there was not even one

When it settles

The evil eyes behind the veil hides 
The evil plot which must be hatched
Quick the moment when it settles 
Long the silent earth when it stands

Mom

You can call her mom
you can make her your mom
but not let her act like one