eating watermelon
is a dripping thing
as the liquid in it
runs down your chin

Breathe in my eyes
so I can lend tears to
your face.

I have nothing to cry
over, except that you
do.

He says that he is broken
That he is Empty
He must not realize
That the moon
Does not have to be full
For it to be loved

Save no tears when I depart
let flow a flood of a broken heart
The eve is long we may embrace
for many hours more.

Before we face the eventual
let us grow flowers with all the spoils,
smile,  like the sun to
bloom before the call.

Let us try to climb together that tower
we find so tall ,
reach the top and shed a shower,
let loose those cleansing drops.

Like we did in that field
underneath the weeping willow
making love in the sweet
spring rains.