In the wrapping of her arms and legs,
And the squeeze of a hug:
A binding pretzel love.

The deepest feelings
Don’t extend through time:
Chapters of the heart,
Come in little breaths.

The life we have in dreams,
Is a navy life, underwater,
Hiding in a submarine,
And rarely surfacing.
How do we spend
So much time dreaming,
Only to wake, and forget?
Invite the dreams,
And in they flood,
Happy to fill your mind.
Living through dreams
Is better than
Sleeping through life.

A fresh rose
Crumpling into
A closed fist