I'll take off the shoes
that brought me to you.

That I can promise.

But please, don't ask me
to wash away the smudge
made when yours stepped
on mine.

I sometimes wish
to be The Undertaker,
so I could Tombstone Piledrive
you into my heart.

and with eyes closed
we jumped;
although the ground
did eventually find us,
for that one second of uncertainty
all that ever was:

You and I

Between
your morning coffee
and
my chocolate milk:

our hands meet on the sugar cube.

I wish I had another nose;
that would remind my mouth
to tell my eyes not
to show my ears how
to hear my mind.

So that I,
upon walking
pass the room
that was once yours,
would not get a *****.

Our love lies not
In the ripples of water;
It is the drops of rain
That cause them.

Our love lies not
In the lightning strike;
It is the clashing
Of dark clouds.

Our love lies not
In the gusts of wind;
It is the meeting
Of our sighing lips.

Our love lies not
In our kiss;
It is the knowing
Smiles.

I seem to have forgotten
the face you made
when I left.

Could it be - that it was
like the last page
of a wonderful book?

Or was it more
like the last leaf clinging
to a withered tree.

Perhaps it was
like the tapped flower,
left behind by a sated bee.


To know this
would make all the difference
to me.