I love poetry:
like femininity, furthermore I adore you
like sunday jams, furthermore a lullaby
like when I go places within your *****
like snuggling, furthermore cuddling
like generosity, furthermore ambition
like optimism, furthermore curiosity
like indulgement, furthermore gluttony

I love poetry like a rift on public
I love poetry for it is delicious, so vivid, furthermore fascinating to embrace your love

I love poetry:
like a fond, furthermore feminine sensual seduction
like yearning, furthermore self - possessed
like the smile on your frontage, furthermore your pretty surveillance as you wink, your kisser so glowing like a diamond

I love poetry as much as I adore you
I love poetry as much as I adore my life,
poetry is my life.

You can feel the pain of life
cutting deep inside of you,
When you are out there swimming
On the edge of who you are.

You can see a mystic glow
That captures your attention,
Just before you find yourself
Abandoned in the dark.

You can taste the bitterness
Of loosing to the the universe,
Meditating on the sad things
That have made you who you are.

You can hear the hollow breath
That comes from deep within
Your chest as it it heaving,
When you don't know where you are.

You can smell the pheromones
And want to enter paradise
Of the intoxicating lifeforce;
Libidinous and stark.

I am tired
The sky makes me tired
The ground makes me tired
Tired from many days of restlessness
Tired from days of stress, yet to come
My body can rest in a night
But I have yet to figure out
How to rest my soul