What a mystery that lies
Within the lies of my intellect
Who resides in dreams
And awakens in our defiant appliances
Eros transgresses
Upon trampolines of mind’s enjoyment
In basements of wonder
The youth wander aimlessly
I hit my head against your walls
To topple a cathedral that had to fall
Before we could ever truly be married

Seeing them
Lke that
One couldn't
Help but wonder
If they hadn't
Already
Had their fill
Of wonder
For the day

Consumers of beauty
Rarely, truly, remind
Each other to breathe

short and sweet
may accurately
describe many things
but never once
a woman

Mistakes made freely
Given as holy offerings
To the Goddess of Creativity

Illustrated by isolated breaths,
The math teacher denies his duty.