Destined
—not to be loved

as I feel I need
as I deserve
as my sentimental verve
tells me I should
as I want
as my wanton
heart craves
as a memorable romance
as an everlasting dance
a roaring tide, a flood


(resist if you dare,
it's my mood)


Now —no more waves
in this still sea —silent

only a blackened
lover's soul —sunken
(I should have run faster)

the aftermath
of a permanent
love disaster

Your love is like skydiving,
   an unnerving thought,
breathless & intoxicating
  elevations beyond exhilarating,
  as it transforms life's panorama
    nothing seemed ever the same,
         after the thrill of the fall

Some people search in trash bins for cans.
They collect them to get paid.
Some people collect cans to get paid.

Some people go back to the place they like or really enjoy.
They go where they hope and dream.
Some people go back to that place where they hope and dream.