as much as I crave warmth
I can't when
my veiws of the world
are much so
indifferent.

Eyes deceive and so I rely on something deeper than just vision.

Something with more depth than just whats between your thighs.

Don't spread your legs wide but unfurl your mind lay it out like a map so I may bear witness to the whole.

I gaze upon thoroughways of your thoughts and feelings, the canals of your being and viscera of the soul.

The rise of the hills and dive of the valleys etch a landscape beyond any other natural beauty.

Seek to memorize what has been charted by the artist named life making each of us a work of art.

To know more than with five senses so you can be touched beyond what these hands could ever hold.

There is a day
for most,
or at least
too many,
where all the dreaming dies.
How sad,
to sleep,
and wake,
only to sleep
again,
with nothing
in between.
I remember when
each and every day,
I thought the next,
might be better.
No more,
I'll die
where I last sit
there's nowhere
else
to go.
Too old to battle
too old
to even
make
the effort.
I wish
I'd seen it
coming.
Prepared for it,
some how,
some way.
But no,
and so,
I sit,
in an empty
room,
lie
in an empty
bed.
Goodbye's
were said,
but not
acknowledged,
as all
my dreams
walked away.

I have a sleeping giant in my heart
Did you know?
It slumbers in its chains