dying in your arms
is like living
without the worries
of the world...
love is for certain the question life's best medicine...
Shout from the spray gun...
outside the door a thick caress to be mild
one crazy wild child
the given take with words unleashed

Candidly, I say to thee, I even beseech, life is but a blink, a flash, a snap, a wink, and still we dare to fall asleep and dream. O reverie, lucid and lingering long in spirit. O slap of wind, cold and stinging with the sweetest sound of autumn’s awakened hum.