your curious gaze,
teasing smile, laughter. languid
like straight tequila.

ever flowing and
missing the rim of my cup
an intentful flow.

alikened to shame and
reddened on my dark cheeks like
ripened tomatoes.

you are a pleasant
sharp tasting fruit. bitter yet
ready to be plucked.

vineless. ever free.
forbidden. incandescent
and reflective shine.

bring the pain
they'll become my blood and flesh

bring the pain
no fear,
because now i know the way

the mute poet of ages
born to sing
to sing even in silence
songs of the heart.

In a coffee shop
on 118th & 10th
overlooking teachers college.
Enjoying my coffee
and a day off work
i melt into my seat
trying my best
to lock on to the rhythm
of people walking by.

after a long monsoon,
the sun dries the cloud's tears.