A fisher boy sits on a dock
Crouched and humble he kisses his lure with a blasphemous sensuality
His back in the sun bakes like bread
As the mile long hands of light tenderly tan his hide

His hands reel me in from my endless pit
translucent strings of boy saliva and fishers thread, weaves beneath my flesh

I wish to be like him
Sleeveless
Sexless
And surrounded by wet

A hook reaches me, propelled by his eyes into mine

Who are you to catch me like this??
his finger in my mouth, shaped like a sickle

I want to go back in my home

Spaced between sky and clouds and their liquid counterpart

I look to the right and see nothing anymore
The left holds me not
A dog barks at nothing and so do I

                      * * *

I look back to the ground, to my own body and my own ***.

The fisher-boy now distant and unknowing casts his hook.
He does not look at me.

I call up my friend later, and send them a picture of a lake
And say with yearning in my heart

“Just look how big the water is”

Two steps into the green and
I kneel over to pull from the earth,
closing my eyes to make a wish
from the dandelions I have made
thousands of wishes from before.
It’s my way of sharing my secrets to the universe, whispering to the divine.

Soft pink petals,
part unfolding
as the flower blooms
sweetly growing.

Arms around me
while I am moving
in a sloppy circle
cause we are two
who are grooving,
while her
soft flower arms
enfold me in their
springtime charms.

A tiny droplet
becomes percussion
as soft music moves us
to a percussive mood
in this wonderful interlude.

She clenches tighter
and I smile.
Her head rests
on my shoulder
and the world
gets less colder.

So, watch this weary
old romantic
start to tear up
as he imagines
a true love.

In the evening we are talking
while soft footprints
on the beach
finds us walking
sandals in hand
because we both
enjoy the feel of sand
on our bare feet.

In the morning
we wake together.
Her hazel eyes
and hair of fire,
her tender touch
does so inspire
that in this moment
I loose
a hundred pounds
of life’s abuses
and gain a shiny new
point of view.
  
I wake from wonder’s reverie
knowing this is but a fleeting dream
that will never be my reality.

The president has to tell himself things
To keep himself from drowning
he says that he has fins
To keep himself from falling
he says that he has wings
To keep himself from hurting
he says he's immune to all stings
To keep himself happy
he says he always wins
To keep himself going
it's to these, and more, which he clings
The president has to tell himself things,
so he's not that unlike me

crisp.
surrounded by the flames
that reflect my loneliness
wrap me in this hot blanket
of sadness and emptiness.
the constant ringing of nothingness
tears my ears apart.
the shell of my body remains
but slowly is torn apart
by the knifes of suffrage.
i can feel the singe
of self love disintegrate.
through this torture and evil,
i still feel nothing.
this has to stop,
but why hasn’t it?
I’ve been stuck in this
off and on place
of numbness.

“Are you okay?”
a realization,
the things constantly replaying
in my sad mind
reaching to the bottom of my heart
to find the two words
that retrieve my loneliness,
“i’m fine.”

I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Where love does
Exist
Where kindness is
Felt

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Running on the beach
Into your arms
Watching the amber sunset
Feeling your heartbeat

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Where your kisses
Are still warm

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Until the memory, of us
...fades away

It's one moment away from the reality,
Everything you desire and dream of,
To pursue it, it takes guts,
To realize it, it takes time,
To think about it, it takes your fantasy.
How far are you willing to go,
To live it at least once?
To live it in the moment, almost sounds unrealistic,
But to have your heart skip a beat for it,
Takes only a feeling,
To daydream-
One moment away from
the reality.