You hold my heart, in those large, surprisingly delicate, dextrous hands. Your twisted little fingers, the ones I stroked and kissed only yesterday, move against my beating heart as they reach for me through restless dreams. Are you dreaming? I exist now, only in your dreams. If you do not dream, I cease to be. You promised to devour me; you did. I danced on your warm, rough tongue. You taste me still. I will change the story that your senses tell, I will alter all remembrance and anticipation. I become you; then, now and evermore.  

‘I miss you’ is a paltry phrase, inadequately addressing the way my heart has moved into my throat and is trying to escape. I search for you, in the city you have departed. The city calls you back; it wants you here, and so do I. You perfectly fit this imperfect paradise. I cannot absorb your departure, you are still here, burned into the tips of my fingers, pressed into the skin of my lips. Your thigh rests under the palm of my hand. Your voice echoes at the centre of me. I hold you within. If I reach inside, I can bring you from me, to me. My need for you can make this happen. My longing for you is all that there is.

Warmness melts in cold
Wisdom brings life hold.
God talks about Age Gold
We see life's many fold.

Murmurs here a summer,
But rain is now a comer.
Life cherishes plumber
Plays drum here drummer.

You see summer loves rain,
This is sure water all gain
Grains we get in life's chain
Energy flows sure in vain.

Lane of love is so far long,
In this love nothing is wrong.
Rain drops fall here along,
Birds chirp sing new song.

With normality seasons flow,
Every moment new rays glow.
Nature stands as  our mother,
Green veil she ever does cover.

While rain comes, washes pain,
Spring comes to give new gain.
Chain of love gives leaves of tree,
In relax mood sure all feel free.

Suffer we do not in joy we sing
Beauty dances mind wears ring.
Bringing laws God ties up  love,
Obeying this in sky flies a dove.

Beauty dances, life is smother
To watch ever says our mother.
With normality seasons flow,
Every moment new rays glow.

Star loves this amazing light,
That is why this star is bright.
Light loves this amazing star,
That is why light moves so far.

Light and star both love a sky,
Star hides in day light in shy.
Both have wisdom,  tells love,
Wings open to fly a bird dove.

Beat loves heart, spirit to mind,
Every soul in love appears kind.
Binding way light travels more,
Let us find light in heart of core.

Soul is driver and body is car,
Wisdom is light takes  up far.
That is why this star is bright,
Star loves this amazing light.

The storm came – robust
With heavy lunar boots,
And tumultuous cry.
It swallowed mountains as stones,
Tirelessly insufficient.

The storm came – robust
To the edge of kanwa,
Where stood a little faint yellow bird,
And just as fast and just as hard,
And just as fast and just as hard,

The storm came – robust
And the faint bird did not move,
Nor pecked alone.
The storm stood –
No longer lost in the sky – robust

Take it off off off!
Further away, way way off!
To before it was made.

No consent was given or made,
Yet your purpose here lays,
like seeing it is gonna make it stay.

Nothing you said, you said,
Keep it in place.
I’m going away, way way off,

Death can’t change the way!

Nevermind dinner.
Hungry sinner.

Burning excess calories off through dance -
ones forgotten to ingest in the first place.

Nutrition ain't no competition.
Playing a game I've got no chance of winning.
Biting off more than I can digest.
I surrender.

No contest.

A patchwork quilt.
A square of some color.
One semblance of meaning;
What we meant to each other.

A rainbow coat.
One chromatic series.
A shade of you.
A tint of me.

French toast this morning with an old friend . Blackberry topping , cranberry smoothie , cappuccino , morning music ! We go way back together , elementary school , tenth grade , the birth of my daughters ,when Dad was laid to rest ! You appear every morning at six , in the back of my mind at Noon , sometimes everyday for two weeks straight ! Changing well rehearsed plans at the last minute , gazing out of windows into downtown , coaching myself back from sheer misery , watching calls diverted to voice mail ! Shadows are visible beneath the door ,voices in the hallway , making rash decisions , steering the vessel without me . Trapped in a cube , encircled with wire , receiving wi-fi messages via the mind . A plastic tree in the corner , we're brothers of the charade , appearing perfect , vigorous and dominant when we're actually cheap facades ! Dropped down to my knees , put my face against the air register , cool wind chills my skin , taking me back to another place . Dressed for Winter , braced for frigid weather at the bus stop . Red and blue mittens , silver snow boots , black scarf . Frosted bus windows , people struggling to make it to their cars , laughter on the bus increases , call me zero divisible by one , not water but rain , sent to great heights only to be cast down hard upon the Earth again ! Not steam at street level but a thunderstorm , cloudburst with imminent straight line winds , headfirst into the ground !