Silently, you gaze and cheekily,
and you pretend,
he doesn't look at you,
from gaze of his corners
and his expressed
not momentarily
but too a simple wish,
as you blush head down
so silently,
being lovingly
sparks so fly
&  notices
He wishes,
to feel your tease
and cheeks radiantly,
flushing like car fluids,
Dawn's not hung like heads
of a morning hunt
of the prancing rein-deers
being shot for just action,
for just being mammals.
What we need to respect,
is to snap out of the despite,
of the barrier we do create
and paralyzing
its better than
satisfaction,
we are better than this,
the lust of our skin
is the end of humanity,
love has a better feeling..
two souls aligned uniting.

I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me

I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here

giving up
confused
giving up what I know

looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor

I came here
to make sense
of the confusion

my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted

Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path

searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?

you tell me

snow falls like a million past lives
cold incessant
the yellow fire hydrant
wonders "what am I doing here?
it decides to leave
the snow bound streets
march off to the smelter
"What am I doing here?
"What good am I?
Here in the midst of winter,
What is my purpose?
"To fight fires."
an answer
from the infinite past.
"Don't run away don't give up
Some day, some how,
somewhere
you will be needed,
just not right now."

Blurred, twisted in a pool of intoxication,
is my first face and I hate the bare controls,
I wish for no black phantom to follow me,
Its a shadow that's always in waiting......

My second face, I aspire to one day be,
its past the intense of burning trees,
and the world stirring up wasps and bees
and the inside out of the inside flip side
just leaves me vulnerable and open wide.

Just let me be free.....
I don't wish to wear
any masks
or be
what I wasn't meant
to be.
This early grave
is an optional deal
of a lack of feeling
after the reeling.
The loosening
back in waters,
I may decide
instead
to be eaten.

Relate to the late of the beloved,
and the seas bring power of oceans
roughing tides and surfboard,
is flung to right and the left,
rough when a second wave,
barely enables breathing
and the shells at the bottom
are ****** injury and course,
secret lover and beset
Riding off with ecstasy expressed
leaves you a corpse for dead.