I just want to be your dream
and stream in your infinite seas
of spinning bliss, taste your ******
islands of summertime love,
lay on your **** abs and ***,
inhaling the rhythm of your voice.

I want to listen to the soothing songs
that you sing, step across the bridge
through the inner doors of your
handsomeness, entering sheer greatness.

I want to gaze at your amazing face,
your hazel eyes so divinely desirable,
your juicy lips so full of seductive poetry,
and your full, black beard carrying magical
light – taking me under the wings of your flight.

We've sailed cerulean seas to pastel shores,
Known only to the glorious few,
We have disembarked, ready to explore,
As our lone ship waits slumbering in view
of the glorious bay. Light paints daybreak
across the sky. We see the rising sun
through imagined jungle—and hesitate:
The image lingers, but it must be done,
Eyes close. Toward the interior we turn
remembering, and hoping to return.

and now the sky is falling
a wounded heart is calling
heaven's filled with graying stars

life is full of leaving
but love is full of healing
they never stand that far apart

so i will stand as witness
and see the snake's rattle and hiss
as nothing more than what they are

and i will be just one
and bask under the sun
and heal this broken wounded-heart

all cells are alive
the first night

goose bumps
and heart thumps

bones ache
the earth quakes

time suspends itself
on a loop

all sounds blend
when bodies bend

the dictionary

is filled with
empty pages

there is no desire
to explain anything