savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.
the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.
Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway….of my life.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.