We might as well enjoy the falling stars
& wish upon them,
dream of better days,
because we cannot
throw them back,
it's impossible.

I want you sweetness,
for the muse army.

O yes,
you special one,
please,
give me some fiery inspiration,
make me feel vibrant & alive,
allow me to kiss your clairvoyance,
to write genuine verse & rhyme
from my ever-beating,
fervent heart.

O darling,
won't you join?

On this first day of September
as I look up at the rainwashed sky
with cheerily flying grey white storks
I grow fonder of belonging.

This is the place I call mine
where in the autumnal shine
open all doors
and the wind whispers

All is yours
yours

this is your place
forever and no less

all of today
and tomorrow

for you made
yours in essence.

This September day
insignificant becomes transience!

She thinks about me
The way I think about you
The same way you think about him
And the manner in which he thinks of her too

We're all hoping our mind's Prisoner finally turns around
Becoming "enlightened" and releasing us from our self imposed nightmare

Which is why none of us do.

I want to slip
deep inside
your wonderful brain,
to unleash your creative mind
& stimulate your lobed-walls.

I want to create
a sweet friction
with your lovely cortex
& build a synapses
of unbelievable dimensions,
to flood your receptors
with my emitter,
flow my strong current
into your throbbing pulse,
again & again.

O my pretty angel,
quench my parched lips,
give me cool water
from our special place,
I'm dying,
watching the days
go by.

O baby doll,
let's
experiment,
from our bellybuttons
around to our backs,
crawl in each other's mire.
We'll create an amazing-fire,
a fire that will burn,
burn for all eternity.

Shhhhh....don't make a sound,
I've found your treasure.