If you've
     Ever had a dream,
           Like i do
Feeling real as anything,
      Believing
             It will soon come true,
   Well, i do.
Dangling barefoot in a stream,
       Every sunbeam
              meant for you,
       Thats what I mean,
    And you've wanted all your
            Days, to dream this way
      Sharing caring with
             The sun,
  Holding hands in beams of love,
           Knowing all the wait
    Is over, and the nights
                Will be so warmer,
            a dream
                    Come true
                         Forever,
                       I do.

conquer me
with your words,
for I am a poet
     of soul
my mind as open
as my spread thighs
my lotus aching
to welcome
your sword of gold
Unsheathe.
Come close.

until there is no light
between us
for inside grows
a luminance,
             ever-burning
as sharp as ghost pepper
as soothing as
spilt milk
on petalsilk skin
as nourishing as
the stillness
of secret ponds
let us spin our tongues
into lava flowers
as we call forth courage
from the sunken
mists
   of
       time

I never met.
So beautiful her eyes
A smile like a rose.
I heard described
By one that loved
You, just like you loved.
Unconditional.
As the sun continues to rise
To fall
Days are counted since
You died.
I count on meeting you in
Heaven.
I heard your mum cry.
I know you were there.
I love your mum like you do.
Sweet Lilly.
I'll remember.
I will make sure mum
Gets there in heaven
To hold you
Again.

so dearest,
Is time on the
Highway
Blurring black tar
With white lines,
Eyes melding
With lids,
Trying to cling to
The quest,
A song of the rubber
On miles
Keeping beat with
Sirius xm,
A memory of your golden
earring
burning a hole in
My chest ,
Overpassing rest stops
Petrol stations
Cows in the fields,
Such lonely looking
trees bare,
A message in the air,
The sun on the horizon,
Just driving
To you,
there.

Then a wind blew from northern
To here up a skirt
And the silk stockings
Hued like mist tween the mountains
Over thigh through a valley to
here adrift woman scented
Smoky rushing through vein
As fire arush  through blushing
tip onto the pyre
lit anew
That brief heaven glimpse upon a promise grew
A future
I am here now
As I tilted and
Honored
My grandiose
Windmill
My darling

I am scant a savant and know it
I do I am just a wannabe poet
A shrew a devotee of
Poe and others
I wish for their talent
And notoriety
At a loss for words
Occasionally I just
Go ahead
And make them up
Dream up a verb
Ending in q
or a noun with no subject
I do
And shame is a good
Descriptive word
Adjective or adverb
I think I am sane
As I digress nightly
into a colored light fest
Of  was crayoned
flesh
On the canvas