i jumped into the poets skin
found an endless waterfall
naked I bathed in its waters.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Her eyes, posts
of bare hazel clique,
survey me in this chair.
Her hair gathers in rude
thunderheads by the ear,
black about the field.
Her engraved mouth
is crowded with oblivion
and serendipity, beckons
a foreshortened hand
that warbles with filaments
of anticipation.
The aspect of her neck
brims with motion -
a swan on flat water
chases the smeared
crumbs of evening.
The beach of her *******,
her cheek, her blush bough brow,
Her knee, in repose,
sustains a milk leg - 
Her face, gathered 
to watercolor thought -
And behind it all, a mind
rejoicing in the sun-
O portrait, be glad
you have no memories -
with every new pair of eyes
you have a new lover,
a new lover, a new lover.

Between
acceptance and denial
I teeter as I dream

Paralyzed by choices
At neither I succeed

Fear secretes the poison
That puts my mind at ease

That this is all I need
Deserving nothing but to dream

I could survive the winter in your eyes.

I see what I want.