"and who might you be?"
he asked in a voice
hahdah than a newenglandbed

"just a fellow poet who was read
your poems in fifth grade
and fell in love with words"

"a )poet(?  why of all most the amazing
things on earth would you
want to do that?"

"it never was a want"

Most of my tries to
be funny end up being
self-defecating.

Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
jaw agape and panting. Such a sight;
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.

Charming evening's prelude to a night
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl,
jaw agape and panting.  Such a sight.

The gentle purring now belies the howl
from shattering release that takes you whole
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl.

Your strong yet silken legs enfold my soul,
as you recover life from petit mort,
from shattering release that takes you whole.

No need to contemplate what's still in store,
I'll hold this waking dream until we sleep
as you recover life from petit mort.

Tomorrow's work and worries all will keep,
I'll hold this waking dream until I sleep.
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.

I was known for an
operatic clear of throat;
a Flemish tenor.

Hot steamy shower
allows the words to simmer;
poem on steamed glass.

exactly one day and a lifetime ago
you stood before me with your lips hung ajar
awaiting my kiss, with you eyes lidded low

at the age of eighteen how'd we possibly know
one moment could reach so impossibly far
exactly one day and a lifetime ago

if i knocked and walked in and recaptured the glow
of our love in your heart, it would not have been hard
awaiting my kiss with your eyes lidded low

one kiss in one heartbeat would alter the flow
of our lives, of our dreams, what we were, what we are
exactly one day and a lifetime ago

we meet again, smiling a pleasant hello
you lean in and offer a cheek from afar
awaiting my kiss, with your eyes lidded low

One universe over I kissed you, and so
you took my hand.  I drove you home in my car
exactly one day and a lifetime ago,
awaiting my kiss with your eyes lidded low.

Beauty is a creation of your soul.
A reaction of your lenses.
It is divine.
And one is inclined to explore it.
Always wanting more of it
Never bored of it.
It inspires us.
It's elegance takes hold and never lets go. It is far deeper than appearance,
It's forgiveness.
Appreciation and warmth.
Light that can never be doused.
It's all around you.
So complex, most will never comprehend the intensity of it.
But we feel it.
In nature, in ourselves, and in those we love.
Beauty is you.

I hate you, I hate the way you sneer at me
I hate the way you insist on calling me she
I hate the way you only see my worst side
I hate the feelings you always try to hide
I hate the way you smirk with you pink lips
I hate the way you walk with your hips
I hate the way you smell after playing with your friends
I hate the way every conversation we have ends
I hate the fact you hate me
And I hate how every word you say comes out perfectly

pablo took me to school today
"esquella mah nillah"

he shuffles along
like the soundtrack
to my everyday
he sings along
to the movement
like the muscles
& the blood that pumps through my veins