i ll never know the day
when i can no longer trust my senses;
for i think i trust YOU more than it
and i know none can say that about anybody ever,
except me about you.

The bee finds that there is a universe inside that flower.

to love a poet, kiss him when he bleeds, kiss him deep,
make love to him when he is dead, so passionate that he shall chose to rise,
and then he becomes your dog, and you his home.
that's more than that can be asked and that you'd know

**** the poetry off my fingertips,
it sure is a feast to savor, i know because
that was only when you fell in love with me
you would not have otherwise

this is me..
i am a filled void
this is me..
and you are you
you are free too

i immersed in your lines and i found
you wrote about me,
but none for me.

stop counting the stars,
stop trying to stop me from bleeding,
count my scars, they ll stay
the stars will be gone the morning