Iron Will

By LaBruyere in asimov on

You look to stars for light and nothing more For beauty has no meaning to a brain That has no mind attached. You stand on shores And calculate the density of rain Or gauge the atmosphere without the wind To gently cool and soothe or stir your soul, For you…

Iron Love

By LaBruyere in being on

I trace your chiseled jawline with my hand Enraptured by the cold and steely gaze Of living death etched sorely on your face. My breath is caught--I draw back as you stand And push me sideways. I can only hold The hope that you know who I am within, And…