Like a wild animal,
you heighten my senses as needed.
Smell is heightened for loving.
Sight is heightened for healing.

I do not love you with my mind,
I love you with my body.
Slight flicks of my fingers
along your naked lips
are the perfect sacraments
even if they are dumb sacraments.

A dangerous dance
jumps out of your hips.
A conflagration
jumps out of the dream,
and spreads like love
till all is ashes.

Spring's breeze feels
about the open window,
and my shy body
opens wide its eyes.

The perfumes of magnolia and
the crescent moon hanging
onto the end of the street
save my life.

There is nothing between us
but a sheet of pleasure, thin,
the way lighting strikes anywhere.

Indeed, momentary trust
is the wisest thing,
even in this dangerous world.

Nothing to think for,
at this moment. Faceless fears―
like pine needles,
***** the toes in walk.

You cannot―
collect the white roses
in blue rains.

You remember precisely, a toothless―
poised tiger. The prey
tied to a pole gives a
long whimper, before being mauled.

The game continues. You
cannot do anything. Violence was
real, the pen becomes the
weapon.

You start drawing vultures.

baby it’s winter
but you always make my heart
feels like it’s summer

Having him by my side
                              makes me feel safe
                                      from all the dangers
                                 that i may come across
                                         during this walk in life.
                                                       With him by my side
                                                        i feel capable to walk
                                      these paths, life puts before me,
           i know that all steps
                   i walk by his side
                           will be worthy ones,
                                 they will be the right ones.
                    Because i feel his strength of love
                                                            ­               decency
                                                         ­           friendship
                                           ­                   honesty
                                                     faithfulness
                                 by the simple touch of his hand
                                       or
                                             by the light in his eyes
                                             when he looks at me.
             He helps me look to the future
             with a certainty
             that happiness is possible
             those obstacles
             we should never fear,
             there will always be obstacles
             always dark clouds and shadows
             but
             together, we will always find a way
             out of these difficulties
             we together will always find our light.
                     Because we together
                         will always keep our hearts
                              filled with this greater feeling
                                 called love!
                                        A love that means unity
                                                      harmo­ny
                                                companionship
                                                          and
                                                         faith
                                         in a life, we have chosen
                                                      toge­ther.
                                              For our hearts
                             are filled with a beauty
                        and
                    inflated with the confidence
               and hope
only a great love can bring.

The physical sport of love
is simple and brief.
The hard act to refine is
sitting around being beautiful.

Devoted service is so tired unlike
neglect which is ageless and vibrant.
See, there is no absolute evil,
but there is plenty of absolute fear.

I can not see you anymore
now you've flown into the sun,
but that is how life ends,
lovely, and without words.

Though the sun saves the will
to survive by being brighter
than both nostalgia and despair,
there is still no voice
for our lost bodies.

If we flip to the back of the book
because we hunger for a conclusion,
we will be surprised to find
that the word is not yet written.

We cover our bodies
in secret signs, because
we do not want to be righteous,
but we do want to be redeemed