My hands quake,
my mouth quivers,
my nails dig into the skin on my stomach,
my breathing grows
heavier and
heavier.
Finally, you grab my hand
and I am fine.

Then I awake.

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

Apart of me
Are the pieces of you,
The beautiful nothing:
Things I can't compute.

Isolated fractals-
Our memories turn grey
Both due to absence,
One dead, one defray

Now you are gone
I don't think I can carry on,
Forever.
In our separate graves,
Let's be alone, together.

Will you be my valentine?
The one who warms the hands of the broken hearted.

The world to a blind is dark
The pain to a senseless is void
Sound to a deaf is silence
Maybe all we see, hear, feel
is some imagination send to mind
as an electrical pulse on nerves.