Cold clay cannot be coaxed
Without warmth of fingers
Pressed and felt

No mold ever existed without mind behind
Or sculptor without a wheel to turn

Just as fingertip valleys were always meant

Just a quick glance
A purple hue the wine a press
Dulcet and sweet
As it takes just an instant to confirm what she sees
That he is lost in waters
Deep in eyes shut
And unaware of all others in this lovers time

The human spirit falls
Not because of weight
Or snagging stone
But because of rainbows end
Of water vapors shining spirit
And because our nature is
To go

Death is like you,
silent, cold, and
doesn’t love me back

If you are death
then I long to be dead

he keeps asking
why
I don't write
about him

my dear,
my sweet darling,
it is because
you
do not cause heartache
and pain
like the others did

I do not know
how
to write
when I am in love

I hurt too