the fruit

the fruit in my hand

is for love i like to expand

but i hesitate to give

for there is a worm inside

the skin shines with colour

multiple and the wave within me grows

larger but i will, very soon, yield

for the sake of the seed

hidden, deeply buried within

to grow, to give

more fruits for my hand

and songs for all around

© henry victor      19.05.2014

you and me

absent in your person and subtle
in your work, for you profit

or loss is immaterial but my heart
hungers as wit wires my soul for gain

as if to carry away to the beyond

to that world of nothing like a monkey
meanly pushing grain, fruit, and nuts
into those pouches, stuffing speedily

before climbing higher to a higher

branch hoping to carefully avoid
in this present height, this world
the loss of funds, faith, and my face

henry victor     06.06.2002