the dog, strains against
the leash, tied to the
no parking sign.

all, quivering white
and caramel fur
docked tail, ears up,
eyes bright and
searching, searching,
for his alpha love.

water bowl, full,
next to him,
ignored.
eyes firmly set,
to the grocery store
door,
quivering, wriggling,
animated, anticipation.

every time, the door
swooshes open,
a double yap.
"i am here.""i am here."

doggy devotion,
denied by food health regulations, master inside,
but i am  here waiting,
still.

She is the form I
need I desire her,
she has beauty
in her, seen by
some but not most.

Her figure is ever changing,
her beauty I see flicker
in my eyes, I want to be
engulfed by her consumed,
I would hold on to her never
to let her go.

But I am not worthy of her
love, others feel her touch.
Left with her mark never
forgetting where she has touched.

I want to set her free for those to
see her beauty, to consume them
with her love. I want to see her rise
from the smallest flicker of emotion,
to reach to the stars above...

I don't calculate, I experience,
Mapping a constant circle
Of endless enlightenment;
Your line of logic runs tangent
And I need no proof that
My limit does not exist.

Screaming at the world
Will never tell them you have
A beautiful voice.

Had I been a poet river born
Flowed at ebbs to the sea
Fed on her shores fields of corn
On her face etched the sky gaily!

Had I been a poet river bred
Rode her waves of lunar tide
Kissed her bank in cool summer shade
And never ever left her side!

I would have grown a love riverine
For all lives feeding on her breast
Fishes shrimps the dolly dolphin
***** turtles and the rest!

One moonlit night when she rose high
Drowned me in her beauteous wine
In a feathery drop on her bed I would lie
Breathing river poet’s one last line!