Beckoned

Open your arms
And beckon for me.
Show that you want my cheek
against your heart,
listening to it beat for me.
Part your lips to defend my esteem
And when I fear this love,
Swear that you'll bleed for me.

Lennie.

Sparks

There's glitter on the wind.
Left behind by the ghosts.
That fly toward spring,
and leave no directions.


Lennie.