don't fall in love
with the beautiful traveler
because when you do
it won't even matter
for when you've shared your time
you'll be left, broken and shattered

sweet sweet
serenity
as the warmth
from your
skin
travels
to my own

I could count
The stars
Before I
Totaled
The number
Of poems
I will write
Depicting
Our love

Sometimes as a poet
It is easier to write
And relate to the things that hurt

Because the heart knows
What it means
To feel -- beautifully terrible

It’s hard to find
The richness
In life
When the richness
Is as fleeting
As life

you prepare me with your words
and undress me with your eyes
you dismantle me with your lips
and fortify me in between your thighs

The world is a better place
And it gets better each day
As i get further from                                          












                                                    ­                                      you