Live for love:
Life with punitive strife
Whether the mouse or grouse.
Hands - yours and mine. And yours.
And you.
As you lay there beside me,
I might as well be floating.
Your smile
What shining oblivion
So much more than epiphanies
Greatness in every step
Surely you fly instead.
Someday we can sleep.
And someday it will be tomorrow,
and then Saturday.
Running:
What ground-worthy lust.
Cunning:
Simply to get rid of the dust.
Birds of mass.
Fly right on past.
Smiles cannot count
the Miles.