I remember when our bodies
were as one, two souls igniting
flames in the midnight horizon,
suntanned skin a wave of a
thousand passions burning inside
the heart, sweet thrilling lips a vivid
moon of golden bliss shining in sight,
hazel eyes traveling across various
dimensions and seas, melodic moments
seeping in the mind until the test of time,
a heavenly halo of harmonic beats, so
brilliant and beautiful, a poet’s paradise
blossoming in timeless escapes.

FOLLOW MY HEART

'Yes! ' I thought
' I will remember...'

how to get
back to
this place

your laughing face

a bird
writing on the sky

with the calligraphy
of its flight

this passing cloud
shaped like a heart now

breaking up into
Rodin's THE KISS

the laughter of kids
entangled in trees

a slight breeze
saucily lifting the hem

of your skirt
as if examining

the workmanship
of it.

Suddenly the wind's
a tailor?

The sea's voice
whispering far off

'Come & see... come & see! '

like a shy hawker
at a carnival.

One little brown knee
placed delicately
over another little brown knee

your skirt
like surf

crashing over it.

Yes I will
always remember

how to get
back here

follow these
directions

follow
my heart.

On this day,
of 35 years.
Humbled by,
the cycle of death.
I place my foot,
on sodden wood.
Embracing,
the November wind.
It's cruel and nips,
at my blue fingertips.
There is something,
new and also blue.
That pushed me out,
into the deep cold sleep.

Your eyes.