trees sing, rejoice
in unoppressive love - A balance,
yet not plain,
i want to dance to your voice
light of morning, ocean of love,
grace of rarity i'd like not to lose
light straight to soul,
mind in moon's flow,
mediocrity in most inevitably leads
my trace of thought to you,
by hand, garden of fragrant & wholesome peace
illuminates the cacophony around me,
the loveless lack of you,
by pale warm sun body bathed
upon intertwining with your mind, radiant mind
    still felt in clouded daytime

scribbling lost jargon of love,
strung out on last weekend's blow,
roommate sleeps,
i contemplate;
wind in tunnel of the heart,
feeling life, digging whatever
happens to be next, no form
bottle freedom,
i want to feel as an occupation
cold is so old,
outdated is the mindset of feigned
intimacy, for the sake of what?
i preach catharsis to my ex lover
in his mid life crisis, pointing out my
hypocrisies,
we're all on hands and knees
we sleep on the thought of holding lovers
without holding back.
the Way you look at me,
more importantly how i look at you
Ecstasy,
how your mocha eyes thaw my loveless heart,
Beams, A cast i can see
if i try hard enough,
write hard enough -
i want to be the most natural poem you've ever picked up pen to write,
the most non-obligatory song you're ever to sing,
yet still do - in all freedom,
beauty,
light; that love's call could bring.

how it feels to stand under sun, within her soft and subtle reach,
her gently impressive golden cast on skin so alive one could see
beams of warmth and love, warmth that emphasizes
the shade we normalize time and time again.
Mornings to long for, breath of sun, grounding of earth: wholeness within

Pale orange glow bounces off buildings, their ashes, the past
Whispering clouds in delicate tones of sweetened contrast
between boys in black and white whirling wind that way and this
golden radiant cast we wish we could hold, keep, kiss,
Bottle into elixir and never risk to miss
Chance at distinguishing
A wind from the sun
All in knowing,
Love is light;
Unrivaled
Within  
One

Quietly sway to
jazz for linoleum floors
that squeak an applause

language spun in gold thread,
growing flowers in ancient worlds of love
I've lacked the feeling for,
for too long
your touch makes every other bed feel so wrong.
for years I've been cold;
yet you seem to be an exception -
in rays of unbiased love,
how could i deny your perfection?
in morning black coffee, your eyes form,
making return to new york a bit harder
than predicted,
No doubt i'll miss your warmth,
your breath, dance, song; unprecedented
See,
Bed always occupied with mere lust and
my lack of will to call back;
yet you were woven out of something other -
Radiance, light,
like wine i'd keep drinking; just give me another

jazz filled rooms light up with your words and even in my ******* haze i see you, bright, mixing metaphors to magic and bringing me to my knees for some reason i don't know why, your beauty your breath your mind is a solace for love burnt in the flames i led you to, death always knocking but i'd open with you,
sipping red on a sunday on any day
the day to be alive
kissing friends kissing lovers kissing fire, love is free but she's forgotten how to see light in the wind and depth in the dark,
did i dream of you last night, spinning language in drunk love?
or was it only an overlay of hope, tracing scribbled fragments of what's to come

is it possible to miss the potential?
to yearn for what never was,
the possibility;
what seemed to be coincidental?
the passing by of two minds, two souls,
intertwined,
or a skew by my perception;
hope overlaying my scribbled fragment of you,
what you could be,
what you may be, underlying a connection.
by constellation you were made,
shaped by stars,
away from vein;
coated, in folk music and denim
leaving me to wonder,
what caramelized your eyes
to brown & delicate thunder
deep, soft soil; richest out from under.