Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, who neither know nor
wish to know that
HELL IS INTERNAL.
Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,
Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
Kisses that neither touch nor
care to touch if
LOVE IS INTERNAL.
Lost Love Poem
by Maya Angelou
I love to see a young girl
go out and grab the world
by the lapels. Life's a bitch.
You've got to go out and kick ass.
- Maya Angelou
Find the Best of Love,
Passion, and Romance