than love itself
composed in blood
at first blush we know
tomorrow is ours.

farther than an eagle
can fly
in pursuing perfection
our love is painted
in mountains
and sky.

Deeper than any ocean
depth we can dive together,
we are the sun and moon and sea and shore
and any metaphor devised by any poet
for a love pair.

We shall write the next great
novel and beat Romeo and Juliet.
Noah had us a berth reserved,
among the lions and tiger pairs,
to drown their purring with
our sighs.

So, bring me from Ohio, to me, here alone in
Alabama, one sweet poem, to read forever and
hold next to my heart as I await
you next to me.

Partiality to caring
        a need (uncountable}
sweeter
hearts
      (maybe)  my most important thing
thinner than silk sheets to slide bodies on
climbing vines
     upwards always
closing a letter to a worried soul
  subsisting upon this need
I wish
           I could love more.

what will I create tonight?
a question uttered in my head-
will it flower or fall dead?

echo in delight or encounter dread?
all is open, I question me again,
what is the purpose?

what may this pursuit bring into being?
Imagining worlds of words and inner voices
magical or hauntingly.

in discord with Freud
addling Adler
from a holocaust inspired me
when I discovered
I was not alone
in seeing a need to
search for a meaning to life
and his suffering
disclosed to me how lucky I am
to only aspire to
tragedy and desire
to say,
Victor, to you,
I toast!