Souls are blind,
shapeless dreams
we invent to accept the darkness

But we find out they can dance
when put to music
which is a shapeless dream
we invent to accept the darkness

then there is harmony

my eyes hurl meteor metaphors
towards the gravity of your gaze

upon impact, passion ignites poems
in the starlight of your stare

connected in constellation,
we read

pure emptiness filling
          every heartbeat in a
               never ending
                    dream
               as the dark of
          night slowly turns ... bringing us back
                                                      togeth­er

A secret is worth
a thousand words
A picture says
nothing

I need another hand
I will take your hand
Leaving you one to wander
while three work to fill the well

with souls

I fell in the sea
and it was made of love
And the love became the taste
Of saltwater on her neck
And she taught me to dive
With my eyes wide open
Looking through the water at the sun
Breaking the surface.

"It's like just like dying," she said.
And I heard "diving"
Because it was like diving
But it was also unlike diving
And so it didn't seem a silly thing to say
Though all the things she said
Like them fishes in a sea of love
Hooked by a line at night
That came out of a boat
And made us shure
That the unsaid things
Were both unsaid
Were silly.

I forgot my shoes.

We made love between the boats
Gently pulling ourselves along the rope
From one wine dark evening
To the sunlit morning below...

And even my lips
Remind me of her
Waking so close
Her eyes could touch mine
Nice dream
Like the lift of sunrise
Between us
And the need of nothing else
But these warm shivers and...

Blistering Barnacles!

I just fell in the sea
And it was made of love.

They point at me
to all
parts of me
and present themselves
to ponder
upon
me

My apple and pear trees cast obese shadows over the blades of uneven grass.