I had heard long, long ago
Of the language of the Eskimo,
Where cars and drywall lack a name,
But snow and snow are not the same.
For, you see, in Eskimo,
There are a thousand words for snow.

By the shore I'm wont to roam,
I see the water as my snow.
From crystal clear to stormy blue,
The ocean holds a thousand hues.
Brackish green and sunset red,
The whitecap thunderous demons bred,
Seductive black on moonless nights
And wind-whipped tops plateau with white.

So maybe I'm an Eskimo,
But too warm-blooded for the snow.

Run away from life for me.
Sigh another day for me.
Lie your life away for me.
Run and hide away from me.
My love will calmly wait for thee.

You can call me autumn
Cause I'm falling for you.

Here we go again with our
Little games, but this here's
A war zone, I'm in my finest hour.

Whatever you say, wherever you go
I will be with you forevermore.

Sudden intimacies
Old missed opportunities
And a
Woman who should've known
Exactly when I'm not my own.

She strikes like a viper,
Shoots to ****, like a ******.
And she
Quickly has disappeared
Confirming what I had most feared.

At a glance, she stole my breath away.
A word then took my heart.
But I love her for these felonies,
As they are surely art.