seems I must write of star beams
and moon glow
when i want to write
of your elbow
your nails
how feminine and gorgeous
the turn of your thigh inward to
the place the space sacred
our place
shared alone
your neck arched
your earlobe in  my mouth
my chest on your breast my hand upon your sigh
our arches met
with cries

"Driving many roads, so many sights
to see.
Your eyes where never on the road, nor
were they on me.
You gazed at the tall buildings as we drove
through the streets of the city.
Asking me so many questions, i wondered
how you got so witty.
Looking at my Rear View Mirror, and seeing
your baby face.
I was about to give you an answer, but
you turned away looking at the park of rides, and  
it's carousel .
I stared at you for a split second, and a
thought ran through me like a train.
There will come a day when you will no
longer be, in my Rear View Mirror for me to see.
The years have passed, and that all did
come true.
The difference from then til now, is funny
what us people do.
She is now in the drivers seat, i'm
near her. Only i am asking the questions
as she answers looking at me in her Rear View Mirror."

You weep
But garden is
Full of laughs

There's a sea I sometimes find myself treading in,
Sometimes steady, sometimes drowning.
It's hard to stay afloat at times,
And I hallucinate people on ships sailing past me,
Not a care in the world, and I hate them;
Every imagined smile hurts like inhaling the saltwater.
But the worst thing is the monstrous shadow beneath the waves,
Huge and treacherous with eyes like emeralds,
It wants to swallow me whole and drag me down,
Into waters so deep that all becomes black.
And worst of all, when I hear that leviathan's rumbling roar,
I sometimes think it's coming from inside me.