When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything seems
To be poetry

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything turns
Into poetry

Love is a burden worth hurting for.

Let's become sweet
As the last drop
Of honey in your coffee
I held her fast to me
And at last she was mine
Or at least until we parted
For then we were diverted
Like opportunities left untaken
And roads left untraveled
We were particles of light
Refracted in a forest

Divided numbers
Tell you their secrets
In the bedroom
We reduce the equations
Back to their roots
And blossom
Like the mountains
After the fires
Have passed through

Like the stream that shares it's stories
We are shedding our disembodiment
And sipping on the sincerest of apologies
Representing a whole lot of nothing
Except accepting inevitable disappointment

In a world that is always
A bit too eager to go to war
You like to wrap yourself
Around my body like a vine
And make love to me slowly
Like a twelve toed sloth
Dancing in the dark