climb the tops of
tall, ivy clad walls,
slip down the edges
of cool bricks
and jump gently onto
untrodden soil..
wander through a
sweetly scented garden
and choose a flower.
give it a name.
say hello.
then tear off petals
one by one
and ask it
if it loves you.

I, often, see famous people
Stuck inside a job like a grave
In a cemetery, like an empty notebook
That ought to be rife with full verses
With you, I am always empty
Being hungry is better
It's a nice kind of emptiness
When everything seems to make no sense
We suffer from a similar indignation
Romance is a solitary expression
Of great affection and beauty

I was
happy
to pay
for
our lunch
because
the food
tastes
better with
you.