aspiration

Few things are harder to attain
heartache, sweat, blood and pain.
But once realised, pure bliss, nothing is better.
The casual hand hold, the passing kiss,
the jokes about sex life, taking the piss.

When you count what we have,
when you stand back and admire.
To have and to hold, all of this
something to which,
we all should aspire.

Sister

She is volcanic.
Satanic.
Her verses are bile
and yet, we simper,
we put all before her,
we cower and wimper.
We yearn for that smile,
that just once in a while
and it makes it seem worth it,
makes spirits chime.
That is, until she starts,
for the next bleeding time.