Alone on a speck
Paradise is overstated
You cannot kiss sand

After a hard days fight,
we were taken prisoner
by the grays.

It was way out in the hinterlands,
on the edge of tomorrow,
in the Battle of Sorrows
when they took us in.
Light was failing,
it was nearing night
when they brought us
in for interrogation.

Of course,
despite their methods,
we told them nothing,
nothing that would reveal anything
about the secret weapon,
the star-killer machine
that would be
the end of life
as we know it.

Besides, it's silly
to give the enemy
such valuable information,
information like that could turn the tide,
could destroy the whole universe,
make losers out of all of us.
I hope our side keeps it hidden.

I thought about you this morning &
wondered about so many things.
Did you sleep well or spin in between your sheets,
dream of anything special, mind draw a blank,
drink strong coffee, spiced-tea or have neither?
Perhaps you’re a juicer, do you fancy
carrots or strawberries or both?

Enjoy two Eggs Benedict or three scrambled,
have whole wheat toast or rye, some nutritious
granola crunch with a bit of soy milk?
Did you partake in a quick steamy-shower or
draw a soothing hot bath with lit candles & soft-jazz?
I’m wondering if you wore your hair
up in a bun or let it fall down,
all round your pretty angel face?
Did you apply make-up or
go Au Naturel, frown
putting on lipstick & smile
getting dialed in
for the start of a brand new day?
Did you dress to the nines or go business-like,
perhaps a trip to the gym for a spot of yoga?

Did you drive your earthy VW-bug or rev up the sporty Saab,
take the trolley, ride the moped, or hop on a bike?
Where you late to your work or
did you get there early enough
so you’d have plenty of time
to think about me?
I think about that too.

Images of all shapes & sizes
comes into focus in
a melodramatic-way.
A damsel for sure.
The way she plays
does not require
beer-goggles.
It boggles
my hero-mind
the sheerness of
her beauty.
I do believe
it is genuine &
I am sober.

Sitting Buddha-like
Breath life's little miracle
Releases tension

Uncanny stillness
Icy breezes chill to the bone
Full moon radiance

Imaginary love
Rhythm daydream so hypnotic
Drive hips rainbow arc

She is body-electric,
unstoppable,
you cannot turn her off,
mold isn't in her vocabulary.
Poetry in motion
was written about her.

Her tips are like rare diamonds,
beautiful, hard & multi-facted.
And in her eyes, you
see the hurricane,
it blows people away.

I am hanging,
holding on for dear life,
in her path,
hopefully
to stay.

Traveling through space
with her
while lying in bed
is magical, really
beyond description.

She took me to Venus,
but not before we circled
the globe twice,
slipped through
the Aurora Borealis
& landed on Mars.

Orion winked when
I filled her
cookie-jar cannister
full with an extra
load of rocket fuel.

Ground control
gave up on Major Tom,
'cause there's a new astronaut
on the block.
Just ask her.