The poet is the writer
Many thoughts in his mind
Lay scattered as seeds
To be planted in words
That the birds should eat
The critic is the bird
That savours the fruit
Thus begins the journey
Of the poet and the critic
Together they flourish and thrive
On the tree of poetry
With rhythm and rhyme
The poet and the critic

Deep or shallow
she's into
swimming pools

sometimes more than she's into me

she can hold her breath for as long
as I may tread within her waters

thalassic
undine
unbidden

this hand of hers stretches out to me

our liberty renew
our gradual sureness

in aquarium
--a place for relating to--

a dive of faith
my lungs fill with the liquidity of her

a soft shorebreak
to the occasional tidal wave

together we ripple the matrimonial surface

~
i am vulnerable,
stripped back to nothing;
i am a raw and open human nerve with
no way to keep out the world
oh its just how i feel
~

Our story unfolds
Written on emerald tablets
A few will read through and understand it
Shining like pearls and always holding its glow
How did God ever keep us distant from one another and somehow our hearts led us to one  other
How is it easy for us to connect and talk about life like we grew up together
How far is tomorrow from separating us
It's far and non-existent
How far are your arms when I need a hug
A centimetre or less for you are always close
We confide in one another and our secrets not for the world to hear of
You remind me of a girl I loved in kindergarten
She was an angel like you
An ocean fall of blessings from your wings when you fly above of me
I see you and think of the stars for you are one star in my life