vision so vital
to all a poet is;
silent beauty whispers
its miracles only
to those listening.

the poet cursed
with eyes and ears
the clamor of
a living, dying world
inundates
their soul

finding refuge
from the deluge
in a quiet stream of stanzas

never realizing the blessing
of the eye of the poet

until all the words have dried

My fingertips softly glides along it's silken surface.
Skin as soft as feathered silk
In servertude we are to our love.
Pleasing all of you my eternal life's purpose .

Your florescent smile against the backdrop of a starry night.
The dim moon envious of its glow.
It illuminate the darkened universe.
Your radiant essence eternally my guiding light.

Your birth the wings of my confidence.
like the wind guides a feather
You make me want to be a better me
Soar to a higher consciousness.

You are my heavenly earthly angel
Your tongue taste devine
Our union blessed in nirvana
Our love religious, devotees, it has it's own shrine..

Once upon a time

I decided I'd design the universe

Make the stars dance according to my whims

Fry the sun in butter until

It was as golden as I wanted it to be


                            My universe lasted for a while.

"The underground roads
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous."

"When he looked the cave in the eye,
Hercules
Had a moment of doubt."

Leaning out over
The dreadful precipice,
One contemptuous tree."

Sleep, my love,
For the night has come
Rest your eyes
Unwind

Softly covered from head to toe
I sent a kiss with what I know,
Arms openly inviting
Closing up ever so tightly,
And feeling your infinite warmth,
All around me.