Every breath is desperation
for your sensuous, silken skin.
There's no room for separation
in this cozy, satin twin.

The glint of your pearly whites.
Your desire to be admired.
I am blessed with you.
Obsessed with you.
Never growing tired.

Your lips are matched by nothing else.
Warmth greater than a cabin's hearth.
I could forsake a thousand's wealth
and still not match their worth.

You are Beauty.
You are Divine.
You are much like those gentle morning winds
rustling through the chimes.

*"You are mine, my own,
my precious..." *Sublime
for now and for always.
Forever. Through time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
when asked
she can place the depth of an ocean
within the brim of a glass
she can see death as creation
and feel thoughts as sensations
she may perceive nations
as stations
leading to further  exploitation
or as the salvation of civilization
though
to be civilized to her
is in its self obscure
for she sees all roads
with no wrong turns
sees the most heinous of crimes
as specks awash
in the sands of time
man
but a small spinning top
knowing that
one day the spinning stops
the wise woman is cursed
to be bathed in such wealth
for she sees no value
in sickness or health
for she knows
when she should cease to exist
the spinning top
will continue to twist
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[..]
children in the sand
                       heads lost in
                                      the blue expanse
                                     two paper boats down
        by their side

                                         there came the tide -- in
                   each other they confided
  the ocean had decided
                              let the current take you home
                                  [...]