.....the sanctuary
     where the self is set free
     and all that which abides in tranquillity
    is pure joy and beauty

Loving and losing is not unfortunate,
for one who has truly loved
can never lose entirely.

The dark dance calls softly,
like Night Shade or Oleander.
Just a little taste...
Just one more slow waltz...
I can smell her
wet orchid while I sleep.
She moves languidly through
my dreams, possesses me at dawn
with lambent steps.
The love is violent, like a bullfight.
It's sweet and treacherous, ferocious.
Fatal for one of us;
and she's been gored.

She worries about
everything;
real and imagined.
"What if this?  What if that?"
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
My girlfriend doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't,
she gets angry.
My Dad used to say,
"They can **** us,
but they can't eat us."
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.
"

We are like a couple in a beautiful painting,
Watching the setting of the sun as we clasp our hands.

As we watch the sunset right before our very eyes,
The time seems endless as if there is no tomorrow.

The dusk seems to lose the sun but not the two of us,
As we wait for the stars in the midnight sky.