everybody’s eyes are different
some people look directly at me
while some wander off
and land on other faces.
some stare hard, others gaze gently
but you burn.
i can feel when you see me,
because its all i want
i enjoy the way you see me, I revel in the
burn of you .

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

When people
Talk about love
It always seems shallow.
But really,
How can creatures as simple as I
Be expected to use such a limited medium as language
To express a feeling, an emotion, a pull so deep
A process so quick yet so intricate
As the wide, beautiful waters of love
The raging, welcoming oceans of love;
The ever-confusing, always painful waves of love.
Its never shallow depths that drag me down.
And in the same way love is water,
                                Love is fire
Scorching heat, licking flames, crackling tinder, flying embers.
Love is as complex as fire and water, earth and air, infatuation and attraction.
It hurts beautifully and pleases terribly.
But we look for it in everything.
So if my love poems sound shallow,
if my songs are superficial,
my art simplistic,
Forgive the language’s
lack of expression.
For if the world meant ‘I love you’
Then I’d give you the universe.

I wouldn’t mind
If the sky was always grey.
I don’t mind empty days
Full of slow background music
And the clicking of keys.
I wouldn’t mind
If the light that came through my window
Were always pale and clouded.
Should I mind?
Most people do.
I guess I wouldn’t mind
If I just wasn’t like most people.
So, I could just say,
“Sky, I wouldn’t mind
If you were always grey.”
But, it’s pointless to say
For, over your natural blue
I’ll always prefer the grey.