time takes love and then
becomes a greenhouse gard’ner:
sprouting, blooming life

flood my ports with frames:
network with no spanning tree,
broadcast endlessly.

here lies a pine tree
grown for years, but times have changed
now i grow redwoods

soft as morning light,
fingers travel for miles
across earths of skin

loving you is torture
should i keep on
swimming toward you
can i keep my
head over water
do i
drown

what is not?
well that's simple:

not is me.
i am not.
"i" is not.

not: the state of negation.

unexistence.

the simplest state in which to exist.

you see,

in order to be "not",

you must also be.

all things that are not have also been.

i am not.

what is not?

not is me.

in the space between
our sound and silence,
there exist two of me
and one of them
is kissing you.

sunrise:
watch the owls take their
last flight,
say goodbye to the
night time;
morning’s begun.
fog hangs
a little longer on
the window pane,
chicks are chirping with
their hunger pangs;
here comes the sun.

one sweet love story
writing forever with you
til death do us part

once a rubberband
stretched beyond capacity
now a bungee cord

a winter so harsh
that even the mighty sun
turned a little cold.

time is all i have
glad to give you all of it:
it is infinite