Manzanita bush
Dry, rust red and bleached limbs twist
Above, eagles soar

sitting here in the early hours
sleep no where to be seen
it is a hard world and a hard life
some times i wish i was you
but that i am surly not
so that day when it catches me
i will just have to do, do te do
even though it is half killing me
to do, do te do.

Sitting across
my eyes study you;
a painter taking
in his model, to mind's portal:
you sit hunched
over the dining table top,
a work of art
"The girl in a hurry
taking few quick bites"
                               I am a picture
                               yet to be attempted
                              "The man in agony"
                               would have  just dark hues,
you left in a huff
to catch the inter-city train,
I work at night,
so went to lay down,
                                 When my eyes drooped
                                 I leaned against  you,
                                 your scent has such
                                 soporific touch
                                 that bring longings
                                 soon to the fore.
And in my sleep I remember,
you'll be lying in my bed,
with in your lonely mind
all through commuting,
rocked by the train.

The more her canine teeth,
dip deeper, on his shoulder,
on crossing the threshold of pleasure,
the more he gets elated;
then, a doubt raises its head
and whispers,*"just being  plain dutiful,
or was it, like she felt, really beautiful?"

And when I touched her
A fiery blaze burned through me
Now aching for more
I no longer cared at all
If tomorrow came or not