It's only late at night
When my body's too tired to fight
The constant stream of images
Running through my mind
That's when I begin to imagine
How it might feel to have you held tight in my arms
Soft skin like fire against mine
Warm breath kissing my neck
At your every exhale

My heart jumps at the thought
Of yours being so close.

I know the place where the clouds collide
And the oars are lightning bolts
That you use to steer through the starry skies
When the milky way tide sends your cumulus boat
On a whirlwind through the night

I know the place where the moonbeams are carved
And then cast into the sky
To light your path on the nightscape sea
As you race through your nightmares
And drift though your dreams

To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war

Black and white
In between, I fall
I’m a scale to black
And the shade of white
I’m the color of no color
I’m the dusk, I’m the night
I’m the soul of all colors
I’m the glimpse after light
I’m the “G” in Green
I’m the “R” in Red
I’m the “A” in Aqua
I’m the “Y” in You
And you are my delight

you can fly little bird
I cannot
I wish you well
you make my day

I'm sometimes asked with feigned surprise,
"You write poetry?"
"How Divine!
Give us a sample of your
favorite rhyme!"

But I know what they're thinking.
I see it in their eyes,
"What a waste of time."
"What a joke."
"Better hide the silver,
cuz these types are all broke."

Poetry doesn't pay the bills.
That part is so true.
But, don't deride my compulsion,
or my next hundred verses
will be about "you!"


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the shower is my nation
the shower is not my bath
the shower is my salvation
when I have lost my path

the shower is warm
the shower is wet
the shower, like a storm
sometimes makes me sweat

the shower is my nation
he does not dare to frown
he stops all of my frustration
and knows to calm me down

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.