what do I do now
can you see
I've lost my way
when I chose
the path less traveled by
now I see,
into the darkness I travel,
then I realize I like it better there.

We don't have ***.
No, we don't ****.
We make love.
And it's wonderful.

dancing in the dark, a mass of bodies becoming one.

*nobody knows me and i have never felt so close with strangers before.

What is it like,
                         to be free?

The greatest of magic lies in our naivete and innocence.

two things that are never meant to be.

*don't pretend you're sorry.

Let the world know that poetry
is great.
There is passion in its rough, gilded grooves
(I've seen it all)
Dance shoes under
(I've tried them on)
And overall, wicked smiles
(they have shown on my face).

I've read the Alice blue tears of a grown man
lined up like a tree so that
each line is a branch.
I've read all the things
that you think don't love each other,
but they simply do.
Poetry loves you--people and poems are
just the perfect
dance partners.
I've seen it all--

I've seen that crazy look
on a poet's face.
It is the best form of every thing
which is only tangible

through a poem.